It felt like a really fast electrical current passed through my entire body and the next thing I knew I was back in my bed. really, really horny. There was a loud beep and the pink man stepped back slightly from the bed. Somehow his voice, or whatever it was in my mind, sounded sad as he added, “… I tried to back trace the IP and it also comes up as invalid. I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back– or more accurately the bug that put that final piece of scar tissue in my gray matter– was when I got knocked unconscious by a cicada while riding my motorcycle about five year ago. The pink man was also spurting out long strings of white. I stood in the middle of my apartment and yelled out as loud as I could, “You guys know I can still hear you, don’t you?”
It suddenly got very, very quiet. He slowly massaged the unconscious woman, only occasionally passing near or over sexual areas such as the sides of her breasts or between her asscheeks. Whenever it senses that a seizure is about to begin, it zaps the correct area of scar tissue to stop it. I had a hell of a headache for a few days but that was all.
