<strong>In the Construct</strong><br/><br/>It was nice and peaceful in the construct. Very matrix-y. Which given the age of Machano-Lad's devise was odd. A moment's thought could bring up anything simulated. There was the soft sound of sea waves in the background and Alex's game console and TV were in front of the ratty couch he had running. Definitely an interesting devise to work with.<br/><br/>Could this 'gem' hold more than one mind? Did it have other functions or abilities? Definitely something to check on. What other things did Alex's brother build into it? It seemed to have damn near unlimited storage.<br/><br/><strong>In Syn's memories</strong><br/><br/>"You didn't mind when I talked about us naked on beach back at Whately when we were in  high school." Syn purred as she sipped her drink. "You're under lotioned my dear." Syn said as she got up and leaned in for a kiss.<br/><br/>"Granted in school we only had to worry about the English teacher catching us, but as long as you don't pull out that body hugging body stocking, make and cape I don't think we have to worry about any of the Island mobsters catching you necking on your old high school dorm-mate's neck." She wrapped her arms around her friend's body and rubbed her breasts against hers. Her nipples tingled delightfully as she nibbled on her companion's ear. "Want to get in on here on the beach or over there in the tent?"<br/><br/>She took the heroine's hand and led the way over to the blanket, smiling wickedly as she undid her bikini bottoms.