The Rogue looked at her. “This scares you, doesn’t it?”

“Merde, oui!” Jo said hoarsely.

“Can’t we patch the code? Rerun the program without the sig sigils?”

“Non, it wouldn’t work. We would have to run it in reverse, with
precisely the same iteration which was generated randomly. I presume
you wrote the program so that duplication was impossible.”

Jaded nodded silently, leave it to her to do the impossible.

“Then we can’t replicate it.”

“So what are you going to do?” Jaded looked at Jo with wide eyes.

“Did you log the run? Did you save what you wrote?”

“Uh, no, but oui!” Jaded tapped on the computer, pulling up the back up run program.

Jo’s head dropped to her chest. “Merde! I cannot do this alone. I need
a balance, you know, the ying to my yang? I can’t do this alone. You’ve
fucked with reality. Do you understand that?”

“Susan.” The Rogue said prophetically.

Jo tossed her head back and began to laugh, short blonde hair being
tossed around as she sat on the edge of the desk and waited for the
laughter to subside.

“We are doomed.” Jo said, snapping the top of the laptop closed and
letting the laughter overtake her again as Jaded began to tell her, in
precise steps, what she had to do.

~*~*~*~*~*

Tina lay Shane down on the couch, kissing and rubbing away the tears
from her own face. Shane’s eyes fluttered, shifting from the dark amber
hue to her normal green. Tina pulled a blanket down on her.

“I’m sorry Mistress I acted inappropriately.” Shane stammered a formal apology, but Tina shook her head,

“That was the sweetest most loving thing I’ve ever had anyone do for
me.” Tina stated, and Shane sat up, kissing her with a passion that was
unmatched, pulling Tina on top of her, ravishing her mouth.

Shane was filled with wanting wanting flesh, wanting blood, wanting
passion, wanting Tina, wanting her wet, wanting her in every way she
could have her. In this moment, there was no Mistress and Submissive,
there was only Shane and Tina. She explored Tina’s mouth, as if she’d
never known it before; the taste of her was exquisite on her tongue.

She tugged at the laces on Tina’s red leather bustier, wanting to feel
flesh, the hardness of her nipples, the salt on her skin. Done with
finesse, she pulled hard and laces popped; Tina reacted by pressing her
hips hard against Shane’s pelvis. Breaking the kiss, her lips moved
down to Tina’s neck, soft, smooth, sweet and tangy and salty all at
once. Primal, she felt it pounding in her temples, the want, the need
to have what she knew she shouldn’t.