Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 04:15:07</strong>
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				Outside it was raining, and the streets were quiet by their standards - you could walk in a straight line without hitting anyone.<br><br>Inside, The Single Step Down was buzzing. The house band played Moonlight Serenade, the music drifting through the cigarette smoke of the crowd.<br><br>Torchy joined the band on stage, red satin and sequins gleaming as she sang Paper Moon. She was as beautiful as any singer these days, silky red hair and classic curves, but some rumours suggested she was actually more-or-less born that way instead of bodysculpted to fit a style. Of course, other rumours suggested she was a purpose-designed body used by a rogue AI to organise runs against the corporation that created it. You could never tell these days.<br><br><strong>May 11th, 2019.</strong><br><br>The bartender looked up as the door swung open, the cold white light inside his eye analysing the new arrival for weapons and tech. He grunted, and blinked to take a picture and send it to the HUD in Torchy's green eyes. She smiled as she walked offstage to her dressing room, gesturing for the man to join her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 04:29:12</strong>
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				Phillip walks in and smiles as he comes into the dressing room. <br><br>"Of all the gin joints in all the world.." He says in a bad bogey accent and a winks to her as he leans against the closed door and looks her over appreciatively. Torchy didn't buy into personal affairs and business among 'clients'. A shame, he thought, she was really smoking tonight. <br><br>He reached over and slipped a finger behind an ear and fished out a small sliver of optically coded diamond and dropped it on her dresser. "Got some more music for you hot stuff, what you got for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:05:48</strong>
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				Torchy (http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/273/rabbit4dc3.jpg) smirks as she picks up the chip. "Diamonds are a girl's best friend..."<br><br>She slid over a flat plastic data plaque, just big enough to be able to write something on the side. In this case, "Mercutio". <br><br>"Something you'll like. You get to annoy your old friend Mock again." <br><br>Mock was a skinny young fixer with a thing for spooky girls and a slowly increasing list of enemies, of which Phillip was a charter member after Mock had blamed his middleman for a deal going wrong, losing Driver half a million in hard currency and nearly getting him killed by the Metro PD. The middleman was quick to distance himself from the whole thing, but obviously someone screwed up along the way, and Mock and Driver hadn't worked together since.<br><br>"It's a bit of casual data sabotage on one of his main clients, a blind cut-out for Dorn Pharmatech. It'll win my client a development deal in... some place in the Middle East... and make him look bad for failing. You'll need to pop a physical lock to get into a close system, but after that it's nothing you can't do by staring at your computer real hard for five minutes." Torchy half smiled. She didn't even have an interface set herself, she relied on touchpads and voice analysis for all her computing because she wanted to keep her skin unblemished.<br><br>"You have someone who can kill doors for you, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:14:17</strong>
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				"Oh I know someone who can pop doors and dislikes him as much as me." Phillip says with a grin. "I'm thinking BoomBoom myself.. she's mad at him, after all he lost her a cut of that pie, an he tried to get her to do his creep girl thing."<br><br>He pockets the chip and nods.&nbsp; "I've got some calls to make and people to grease with cash. I'll have it done in a day or so."<br><br>He heads out, already dialing BoomBoom for a meet on his implanted phone.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:44:58</strong>
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				Lana Jacobs (http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/streetfighterchunhighres.jpg) appeared on the inside of his sunglasses, wiping dirt off her cheek as she spoke.<br><br>"So, it's Saturday night, why is Screwdriver on my call screen?"
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:52:11</strong>
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				Screwdriver smiled as he put on his glasses and walked towards a dive he used for meets. <br><br>"Because I need someone who knows how to open doors, distract people, and generally make life hell for Mock. And I happen to know this lovely lady who is out about 20k from a deal he soured and who is good with locks, knows how to charm alarm systems, and would LOVE to do some property damage for.. oh. 10k for a nights work?" He grins as he looks around before resuming his walk. Streetcraft, or the art of watching one's ass, was vital in his job. At least as much as being able to code up attack programs in his head, use the nanoimplanted gear in his skull to make the net dance to his toon.<br><br>"So how about it BoomBoom, want to make some noise?" He asked as he slid into the bar and nodded to the russian behind the bar, sliding a tenner over in return for a bottle of something that reputed to be sake. "Usual place." She knew Yuri's bar as well as he did.<br><br>Without another word, he cuts the connection and sits down at a booth in the rear. The light amp circuits in his shades making the room almost as bright as day and he watched for trouble (besides BoomBoom that is) and started thinking up code for the job at hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 06:09:35</strong>
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				As he cut the call, he could hear BoomBoom starting to laugh. Sounded like she was in. <br><br>The net didn't contain any information on anyone at Dorn using Mock as a catspaw, but that was the sort of deal that was made on the QT so that wasn't really surprising. <br><br>It did provide satellite imagery of the outside of the local Dorn server farm, which looked a little like a fortress, armed security and all.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 06:19:01</strong>
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				By the time BoomBoom had arrived, Screwdriver had taken the farm layout down to the bones from the imagery, and was mulling a variety of ways to get in an out. <br><br>"You still friends with that gang of holligans who call themselves 'artists'? I got a job for them." He points out two spots for one of their 'performance' pieces that would pull guards from where they wouldn't want them and another spot where such a performance would overload the electrical grid for the time they needed to slip in. "If they do their usual antics here, and here.. we can get inside before the site generator kicks in, and I can totally own that once we get in. I'll need you to pop some of the doors, and stand by incase things go south."<br><br>He smiles as he slides the map and his notes over. BoomBoom was a literal genius, she might see things to clean up or fix, and he wasn't too adverse to using her brains as well as her explosive temper and talents.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 03:28:23</strong>
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				"I'll see what I can do, but if we want it this weekend, most of them are at Firefall out in the desert. I didn't go because it's getting too Starbucks." She stuck her tongue out at the idea. "What about your Ronin? I bet you could get him to cap some cameras on a Saturday night, he totally doesn't have a social life."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 03:31:15</strong>
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				"I could call him in, but you don't get as much money." He points out with a laugh as he dials the number for the merc in question. "I know I know.. you aren't in this for the money. So what exactly was he trying to get you to wear when you blew up his car?"<br><br>He looked over the options with a third person in the gig, especially someone like Ronin. That would make it much easier to get in and out. "Okay.. you're right, Ronin is in. He wants to play I'll do it."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 03:58:48</strong>
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				"Actually I didn't mind the big stompy platform boots, it was the encouragement to show them off with a plaid mini and pigtails that... okay, yes, I totally rocked that look <em>while</em> I was setting the charges, but he did buy me all of it so it would have been rude not to."<br><br>As she discussed Mock, the "Mercutio" mission file ran through images of the man (http://tv.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/miller-wentworth.jpg) in Driver's head.<br><br>Jake Turner (http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/321317.jpg) popped up in his display screen, rubbing his eyes. "Phil. I take it the call rather than a quick textbomb means something other than getting a beer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:05:15</strong>
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				"Why yes, a bit more. How would you like to make some coin, and put it to that back stabbing snack Mock at the same time? BoomBoom and I have a little get together we're trying to pull off. A simple in and out with as little noise as possible and nothing more than a data corrupt in the mix. Kid's play. A nights work, you in?"<br><br>He knew Jake would be. He didn't like backstabbers, ones that cost him a score and gave him a dozen stitches were even less liked.<br><br>"Standard cut..and I got a bottle of Maker's Mark with your name on it as a chaser."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:21:36</strong>
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				"Delighted. Though I'd bring a bottle myself if I got to shoot at him. Time and place?"<br><br>BB continued to fiddle with shaped charges the size of bonbons, wrapped around microdetonators attuned to frequencies she'd broadcast from the wireless gear in her brain. 
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:27:33</strong>
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				"Might have to take a number, the line begins behind BoomBoom, and if you're smart you're at least a block behind her." He grins as he looks to the bomber and winks. "We'll be here, bring the toys, we'll look over the game plan and get going quick."<br><br>As soon as Jake arrives, he lays out the plan. Working in BoomBoom's suggestions and seeing what Jake has to offer, he quickly sets things in motion. Time enough to get things done before shift change if they moved quickly. <br><br>"So, BoomBoom, did Mock know you chase the ladies as well as the lads?" He asks as they finish laying out the plan and working out the kinks. "Cause that one girl you knew..she'd like that outfit you were describing." It was always fun to give the mad chemist a little teasing. 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:41:11</strong>
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				"Bet you would too, now you know about it." BoomBoom smiled menacingly as she held her hair in pigtails for a moment. "You men are all the same."<br><br>"I'm not," Ronin said defensively. "Although from the sounds of it I wouldn't mind either," he added with a wink as they got up, ready to head out into the darkness.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:52:52</strong>
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				"I don't know Boom, I think you look good with your hair down and of course after seeing you kitchen I don't want you in it." It was an impromptu explosives lab that made him fear for his life when he opened the fridge. Grumpy fridge, with beer on one shelf and the rest of them were vials of stuff he hoped was stable nitroglycerin. Some of her other 'toys' were downright scary. <br><br>He kept up the banter up between the three of them till it came to the point of no return and he nodded to Jake. The street ronin would do his job and fall back to cover them if they had to bolt. Definitely someone you'd want to cover your ass when everyone else wanted to shoot it off. He pulled out a pair of sound suppressing plugs and put them in with a grin to BoomBoom. Her work could hurt, even the 'not loud' stuff had a tendency to leave you with ringing ears from the air pressure shocks. And if you ran into trouble around her....<br><br>He pushed such thoughts from his mind. Wasn't his insurance premiums that would suffer.<br><br>"Boom, lets do this.." He chucked fists with her and started up his implanted computer and shuffling programs to fox the systems she exposed.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:17:56</strong>
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				Jake stepped away and disappeared from sight, his combat gear bluffing thermal detectors as well.<br><br>BoomBoom bounced on the heels of her urban assault boots as she waited for the signal.<br><br>The signal came with a flash of light in the sky on the other side of the server farm, and the sound of coded alerts on the guards' comm channel. <br><br>She twitched her nose Bewitched-style, and there were two greenish sparking flashes and the security door became a movable wall section.<br><br>"In you go. Don't make us come in there after you."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:22:13</strong>
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				"God I hope not, my ears are still ringing from the last time." Screwdriver quips as he slides in and pulls the 'door' shut behind him. Even as he vanishes into the buildings interior, he pulls up the plans on the chip he got from Torchy and headed to the nearest net connection to the spot <br>he needed. His hands fished around his gear for his tools as he walked up to the junction box and set to work on removing the cover.<br><br>The lowlight amps in his shades made it easy to make out the right circuit line to slip the tap into and soon enough he had a link to the network. He fished out his interface cable and took a deep breath as he exposed his 'jack and slid it home. This was always the part that made him live for the run. The rush as he left this slow faltering world for the one where he was the programming god. <br><br>As the jack handshook with the cable he leaned back and closed his eyes.<br><br>"Time to party..."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:53:17</strong>
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				The audiovisuals of the system were Dorn boilerplate, designed to be user-friendly to average day-to-day workers who didn't even have plugs. What he needed was in one of the personal logins, Mock's alleged off-the-books connection, a Mr. Kerson (http://timeenoughatlast.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/batt_gaeta_400x400.jpg). <br><br>It needed a sixteen-digit password, a voiceprint and a retinal scan - Kerson was obviously a "special projects" type. Still, nothing that he couldn't code his way around.<br><br>Inside, the interface was personalised, based on a 3D rep of Kerson's office. His email inbox pinged as it floated to the left of Driver's field of vision, and his filing cabinet was within easy reach. <br><br>Raising a hand, he saw Kerson's arm instead of his own. Using other people's virtual selves was jarring, even to a professional. At least Kerson was male...<br><br>Tapping the filing cabinet brought out the master index window, and there was the data to be decrypted, cut and wiped. Something about stem cells, the usual research chitchat. Mock was never named directly, but there was a passing reference to Closer (http://images.buddytv.com/battleimages/usr100485180/100485180_5929f8d7-0fcf-4e27-b30b-d638260ebbcb-14-94dbafbf-af50-4e7b-bc71-80d07c9e88ed-coleturner.jpg), the middleman Mock blamed for their mutual run last year going south... not apparently happy with anyone involved for staining his reputation, advising against using Mock for transactions.<br><br>A second window appeared in his field of vision, a view of the outside accompanied by Ronin's voice. "Three guards over this way, one sweeping your side. You have two minutes on the outside odds, unless you want me to start shooting people who're making a poor sort of wage for that..."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:01:00</strong>
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				"Almost done." He sends back, as his online avatar is waving his hands back and forth. Switching data around like Torchy wanted and leaving a nice, if not quite easily found, trail back to everyone's favorite dirtbag rival. <br><br>"Dorn forensic accountants will find that with a little effort," He says to himself with a smile. Not too hard and not too easy but Dorn was well known for using two teams whenever there was any sort of 'hanky panky' with their data involved. Adding in a few of the touches that one of Mock's hackers liked to do, he put the files back and fudged the data blocks to show they were never opened tonight. <br><br>He pulled a small canary from his jacket and set it on the filing cabinet. A few minutes from now, this beautifully rendered program would try and hack out a nice bit of money out of their accounting section and try to recklessly upload their research database to some random pirate data site.<br><br>Pure 'script kiddy' level stuff that the security systems would fight hard but beat down eventually. And totally in fitting with the mayhem that was going on outside.&nbsp; With a snappy salute to the softly twittering bird he disengaged from the net work. Already he was thinking of the route to get out discretely and hoping that he could here the fallout for the dirtbag when things started falling apart.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:16:07</strong>
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				With everything in place, he left and his senses returned fully to the real from their online half and half. So the security alarms and coded defense signals in his earpiece became that bit louder. <br><br>Across the compound, one of BoomBoom's drones heat-cut a hole in another door and the whole system sparked and fizzled. The guards concentrated on shooting it down, causing it to explode leaving untraceable factory parts.<br><br>Ronin was ready to cover their escape, letting their optic camo gear do most of the work once they got out of direct sight.<br><br>"Get everything?" BoomBoom asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:20:45</strong>
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				"Done and Done.. come on, I know this really hot lounge singer who has some money for us." He says with a grin as he leads the way from the complex. "And let me tell you this is an eminiently satisfying job that we just did. I would LOVE to see Mock's face when his contact gets the pointy end of the stick."<br><br>He is still chuckling when he leads them over to Torchy's to get paid and have a little fun in the club. Some music, some flirting with the fixer and he was sure to wake up with someone else who was pretty and more apprecitative of his charm.<br><br>"Done and done." He says to Torchy as soon as he can catch her between acts. "So, I got two good folks at the bar wanting pay and drinks, and why don't you point out some pretty young lady who will appreciate me in ways you don't." he says as he slides the chip back over and waits for his cut.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:35:15</strong>
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				"Good boy." Torchy gave Driver a wicked smile as she tapped through a code for a traceless credit transfer to half a dozen accounts, and handed the rest over in non-sequential bills from the Step's registers. "As for pretty young ladies who have terrible mental run errors... maybe that one in the corner?"<br><br>Ronin gave him a firm handshake as he took his cut, BoomBoom gave him an equally firm disapproving shake of the head as she took hers, and the girl in question did look up as he approched...<br><br>"Evening," she said with a casual smile.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:40:49</strong>
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				"Hi, " He says with a grin. "Can I offer you a totally cliched drink? I'm a random wandering miscreant and you're the pretty lady I'm hoping to lavish attention on tonight." He says as he takes a seat and puts his not small amount of roguish charm to work. <br><br>All in all, he mused as he signalled for her drink order to be refilled, it had been a good evening. Little lasting damage to folks, no high body counts, the targets didn't know they had been hacked and he got to put all the weight of the fallout straight onto the short hairs of his favorite shitbag.<br><br>Yup, he told himself as the pretty young thing started to loosen up and move in close to him, things were definitely looking up for one Phillip S. Driver.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 07:01:01</strong>
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				The girl laughed, clearly amused and perhaps also charmed by his blatant, and honest, move.<br><br>Ronin was gone without a trace by the next time he looked, and BoomBoom waved as she left for somewhere more her BPM. <br><br>The retro girl (http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/15/153474/18_2008/gossip-girl71_0.jpg) went home with him, stayed until lunchtime, shared tacos and headed off.<br><br>Sunday was nice and quiet, and Monday too. Monday night, time to hit the bars and see what people wouldn't be willing to say online.<br><br>And as he strolled down the alley, money in his pocket and boots without holes in them - an unmarked grey van pulled up beside him and a black masked figure leaned out, firing a dartgun.<br><br>He felt the sting of the dart in his chest, then felt his legs give way...<br><br>"Ready for delivery," he heard as he numbly felt himself being dragged into the van, dimly felt a pinprick as an IV clamp was wrapped around his arm, half-saw his face being scanned with a medical light as his eyes started to close...
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 07:04:39</strong>
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				The dart was one thing, but these guys were good. As soon as the drugs were starting to kick in, he felt them slip a jackstopper in as well. Just in case he had plugs in his kidneys and liver that would through off the juice. <br><br>For a moment he tried to ask who they were, but the stuff they dosed him with made it hard to do more than drool and roll his head before they slapped him into restraints.<br><br>As he faded out, he figured he was parts for some body bank. Lots of luck there, was his last thoughts, I'm damaged goods in so many ways it's not funny..<br><br>Then nothing but darkness.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 07:36:51</strong>
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				You wake with a flash.<br><br>Spots dance in front of your eyes, and you hear an alarm ring in your ears.<br><br>You feel weight on your chest, and your eyelids as well... tightness around your waist, something tight and thin enough to allow a breeze on your legs, half-arm sleeves and gloves, pressure on your feet, something tugging at your scalp and tickling the back of your neck.<br><br>...<br><br>He can feel all this completely. Where he is, whatever's happened, obviously time has passed.<br><br>...<br><br>Looking around, you see a well-appointed uptown apartment. Nowhere you recognise. A view of tower tops, must be twenty, thirty floors up. Daylight. <br><br>...<br><br>"WARNING. DO NOT ACTIVATE ELECTRONICS WITHOUT SAFETY TESTING." The voice echoes through the fading sound of alarms. Soothing, reassuring, motherly.<br><br>...<br><br>In front of you, a wardrobe, half open. Gleaming clothes in black and bright colours. <br><br>A mirror, full-length, angled away from you. Have to step over to see yourself.<br><br>And below you... something red, glossy. Blood? No... plastic. A PVC top...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 07:40:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking his head he tries to sit up. There is something off, he realizes as he cues his internal memory for the time and date as he struggles to stand up right. This was feeling like one of those stim-sim porns that he used to do when he was younger. Whoever got him must have jacked him into a sim while they did whatever to him, he started weaving code to cut the feed and see what was going on. It was damn near inpossible to keep a hacker locked in a virtual setting.<br><br>Tipping forward, he grabs the mirror for balance and swing around to see why everything feels so out of sorts.<br><br>"What happened to me.." He croaks as he opens his eyes to see..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 07:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No programs respond.<br><br>As you move forward, you hear sharp clicks and feel your feet being forced into points by your shoes, and feel the weight around your chest sway inside the tight red top. <br><br>It hugs you all the way to your thighs. Not a top. More like a dress?<br><br>Unnoticed before, a bag dangles from your hand, swinging as you click and sway over, grabbing the mirror and turning it to see yourself.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y122/blackandburgundy/Cyberdress.jpg)</div><br>Every way you turn, she does. And looking down, you see her clothes... her curves.<br><br>You are the girl in the mirror.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y122/blackandburgundy/Cyberdress2.jpg)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 07:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He.. she.. blinks as she touches the image in the mirror, focusing on trying to tiny tell tale flaws that a hacker could sense in a simulated reality. This wasn't that. An avatar like this would have specific prerecorded responses, she wouldn't be wide eyed and hyperventilating like this as he held onto the mirror for dear life.<br><br>"Crap." He..no she, muttered as her hands dug into the purse for an id. All the while trying to feel in the back of her mind for a connection to her cyberware. The headware had to be there, she wasn't dead and you can't pull out neuroimplants without turning the user into a veggie at best. Too much neuroware interaction with the brain.<br><br>"Doesn't mean they can't flush the non-core memory though" she reminded herself as she fished out the contents of the purse to see what was going on. Not to mention her head was definitely ringing from some sort of stim-sim use. She hadn't felt this bad since the big porn bing she went on with her first big hack
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:13:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wobbles on the spike heels, pushing her on pointe like a ballerina, and sets the handbag down on a dresser.<br><br>Her slender, sensitive, long-nailed fingers root through a bag filled with... makeup... a copy of Cosmopolitan... a personal comp with no sign of interface leads... a money purse... a pack of condoms "ribbed for your pleasure"... and an ID wallet. <br><br><strong>Samantha Phillips. <br><br>Born May 11th 2001.<br><br>Student: Fashion And Graphic Design, Metropolitan University<br><br>Date of issue: August 22nd 2019.</strong><br><br>Her new face smiling in the front and profile photos... with differently styled hair, long black and pink Lolita ringlets.<br><br>She could feel the blood red bunches, how tight they wound.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, let's see if we can find out what the hell happened." she mutters as she runs a long nail over where her 'jack should be. The plug could have been removed, but the wires underneath were threaded though her grey matter. She kicked off her shoes and looked in the wardrobe. Time to find something a little more sensible to wear at least.<br><br>"If I'm going to find out who are what did this.." she told herself as she looks over the collection of clothes with dubious regard. "I might as well find something less wearing on the toes. If this is a sim, sooner or later<br>I'll push it in a way that it hasn't planned. And .. if this is real, Doc might be able to tell me what the fuck happened."<br><br>Brushing her hair out of her face, she start picking out something more sensible. Luckily she had stuck several 'crash packs' of cash and goods around the city. If this was real, she could pick up some with a phrase no questions asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:43:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To get the shoes off, she has to sit to undo the laces fastening them around her ankles. This done lets her stand flat in her stocking feet, feeling her calves stretch, revealing red-nailed toes.<br><br>The wardrobe is divided into two clear sections. The larger one is made up of fetishistic techgoth clubwear - memory plastic and PVC dresses, neosilk eveningwear, corsetry... the most practical things she can find, in the dresser, are revealing tops and tight skirts, still designed to show off a feminine figure but slightly more suited to movement, and one set of pink PVC sneakers in amongst the rack of pairs of high-heeled shoes and boots.<br><br>The other section is full of dark suits and casualwear, all too big for her. A man's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:56:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs as she FINALLY frees her feet from those shoes, only to feel her feet feel out of sorts. Apparently heels are a big part of this body's wardrobe. Still, she wasn't going to be able to walk in the places she needed to go with heels you could stab someone with. Though, that did make them useful for some of the places she might have to go. <br><br>It was becoming clearer that this might not be a sim. Too many 'normal' noises and sensory artifacts. By now the free roaming sim that would have been her first suspect would have given up something. That brought on another quick panicy attack. Nearly hyperventilating didn't get her anywhere.<br><br>"We're talking serious biotech." she muttered as she gave her upper chest a squeeze, these didn't feel like the sort of thing the surgeons on the corner would put in. She dove into the closest again, trying to build something suitable to wear. Mixing the clubwear and 'sensible' cloths. <br><br>"First stop after getting one of my caches.. a store with jeans." She muttered as she struggled out of her outfit and pulled on a top and tried to NOT look at her 'hardware' as she pulled on a skirt. Which, surprisingly is lot harder to get on from this angle she noted than it was to get off from the angle she was USED to. A club jacket of mermory plastic that could be tuned to specific colors covered the outfit that did little to hide her new gender and a pair of boots that would at least be used to kick though they added a good 3 inches of height from the thick soles edged out the tennis shoes.<br><br>"Of course the damn things got a mile of laces." She muttered while she finished lacing them up. Either she was REALLY done over as a woman, with some serious surgical work done, or she was hooked to a Triple-A mainframe with dedicated sim rendering on the fly. <br><br>"I really hope it's the second, cause I really don't want to see how real a girl I am." She muttered as she grabbed her bag and made for the door. Time to find out where she was, and what happened to Phillip Driver after the dart and truck epsidoe. Preferably before she had to come back to find out who those suits belonged to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 21:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squeezing her chest gave her major sensory information feedback<br><br>Under the dress, she found that she was wearing a push-up bra and a thong, both with max-flat straps to hide any visible line through the surprisingly soft and warm dress, and hold-up stockings.<br><br>Some more rooting around found a relatively decent denim skirt that hung slightly loose to mid thigh, covering the bands of the stockings, and a baby pink T-shirt with a winking smiley logo that didn't show off her navel, unlike most of them. Sure enough, everything she put on fitted her snugly.<br><br>As she managed to secure the boots, standing up in them and smoothing down the skirt, she felt confident that she'd be able to walk in them.<br><br>And then she heard a security beep out in the hall. Someone had entered the building using the key to this apartment...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 21:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Time to get moving, cause I'm willing to be the owner of the suits is the one who just beeped in." She mutters as she grabs her back, checks her 'casual' look with a grimace and heads out the door.<br><br>A quick survey of the lay of the land and she was aware of where the elevators were and where the apartment door was in relation to it. She knew she had to get out of the area, didn't want to be seen by the person coming up. She found a recessed door way on the opposite approaching side to the elevator and took cover there while looking frantically for a stairwell leading down. Better to get on at a different floor AFTER she was sure that her 'company' was at home. <br><br>A quick and frantic check of her electronics while she waited ensued while she made sure they were off. Time enough to look them over for possible tracking issues later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 21:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grabbing her bag, she ran, feeling her skirted bottom wiggle and her chest sway slightly with each step.<br><br>As she stepped out, the door closed with a security-conscious hiss and five simultaneous clicks. <br><br>Walking quickly on the thankfully-quiet crepe soles, feeling the perfectly air-conditioned breeze around her legs, she noticed that some of the overhead lighting was out. One of the wall displays by the elevator, the noticeboard for the building computer system, flashed up "all elevators in Benedict Building are EMP-resistant and safe to use. In the event of a fire caused by the event, please use fire exits." It moved to a schematic, showing the stairwells on the 22nd floor. She could reach one without being seen.<br><br>Then, at the side, the display showed the elevator approaching. 17... 18...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 21:29:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She normally would try and lie her way though things, but clearly this wasn't a normal situation. Plus, when she was lying her way out of things, she usually had a gun and/or knife with her. This time she figured it would be better to NOT be seen, and 'waddled' (well in her opinion) to the stairwell doors and opens them. Ducking in she managed to keep the barest slit open so she could see who it was coming up.<br><br>Later, when she figured out what the hell was going on, that might be handy to know.After all, don't want to shoot or blow up the wrong person. As she did a quick glance around the stairwell, she was again sure this wasn't some sort of 'super sim'&nbsp; Too many small details to take in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 21:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From this angle, all she could see was a brief glimpse of a man moving quickly. Close-cropped dark hair, caucasian skin, dark jacket. To get a better look, she'd have to step back out...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 21:45:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bits her lip nervously, her first impulse was to step out and look. Risk being spotted. But she couldn't. No weapons, no idea if this was some sort of weird sim or real. Too many questions. She had a general build and a time and place to work from. Definitely time to find a place to lie low, grab a few of her hidden caches of money and gear.<br><br>"And then.. find out what the hell is going on." She whispered as she edged the door shut and counted to 20 before slipping out to get the elevator. <br><br>Right now she just wanted to grab some gear, get something less 'club girly' and sleep off this massive headache she had and then find a street doc she knew to figure out what was going on. <br><br>Cause the more she moved and reacted, the less of a sim this seemed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 01:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elevator reached One, and the doors slid open to reveal a well-appointed lobby. Workmen in City Power jumpsuits were testing behind the front desk, where an attractive young woman looked up as she passed and beamed cheerfully.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good evening, Miss Phillips. Heading back out? Did your boyfriend forget something again?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 01:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I did." She puts a finger to her lips. "I'm off to get something.. special. You didn't see me okay?" Gives a wink as she heads out the door. '"I'm coming back with a really nice pair of shoes and a long jacket and little else and I want it to be a surprise."<br><br>With that she walks out and and takes a long deep cleansing breath as she checks her funds and looks for a cab. First stop was to get to someplace where she could get a cache of her stuff and vanish. Luckily, she thought to herself with a smirk, she was the right gender to get at the one spot hidden in the bathroom of one of the bus stations. <br><br>Stepping into the cab she punches in the destination and slides her card in. That would have to disappear, her IDs and cards of course, or at least she wouldn't be using them much longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 01:56:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The receptionist smiles and nods conspiratorially as both sets of doors open, one set at a time, to let her out.<br><br>A red cab stops for her almost immediately. "Where to, Miss?" the driver asks as the money slot reads and returns her card.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives the address about half a block from where her cache is, picking one of the 'safer' ones to get to. Yes, she had others with more weaponry and some stuff that might even be more useful, like tools and tech, but this one would be the easiest to get to and truth be told, she was more eager to vanish than to get strapped with a lot of weaponry. <br><br>With the cash there, she could pop over to the local market, buy some clothes, ditch her current stuff and get gone quickly. Right now she&nbsp; wanted to vanish, later she'd be looking to have a doctor look at her, then she would round up the money to find her friends and hire them to reap bloody vengeance.<br><br>Right now, she wanted jeans, a pair of decent boots, a jacket and a night's sleep with a pistol under a coffin hotel mattress. Her head was killing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:14:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The drive over took a few minutes, long enough to look in her bag, and to check the rolling headlines on the flat screen on the back of the panel between passenger and driver. Macrotech shares down, Bean's new recording selling well... never heard of her. Or the 3D film triler playing under the newsfeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:19:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She keeps quiet as she looks though the news feeds on the handheld. Multimedia, glampop, clubcluenet, all the sorts of things someone that looked like her would read though. Most of the music didn't seem too out of the ordinary, flash in the pan corp art that was good for a few months. She looked at the date of the local news dump. <br><br>She had been out a while, this sort of work, without the removal/blocking of her neuroimplants took weeks. The headache was a growing clue that this was real, they never simulated long term stim-sim migraines on a sim. It was counterproductive. <br><br>Right now she wanted to know just how long she'd been off lines. Most likely a couple months.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:28:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some of the music feeds were catchier than normal - had they, whoever they were, messed with her perceptions and sense of rhythm as well? They'd have to lase the inner ear for that.<br><br>Fashion didn't suggest that "Samantha's" style was particularly common - it was brighter and more extroert than the trends currently on display.<br><br>Then the date popped up.<br><br><strong>July 10th, 2020.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:37:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart stopped for a moment, it had been over a year!? She had lost a year as well as her manhood. Oh yeah, the 'boyfriend' was most likely getting it. But that would have to wait. She closed her eyes and did some quick math, a year under some sort of block?<br><br>Oh yeah, that explained the headache. She had been run as a bunracku puppet for most of a year, that would definitely explain the feeling of someone driving a maglet through her forebrain. Hell she was lucky to have gotten up at all. Must have been cutting edge low gain stuff.<br><br>Which could explain why none of her implants were working, they had been hijacked to play 'simplayer' for all that time.<br><br>She sat up and licked her lips, another new habit it seems she was picking up from somewhere as well as an oral fixation she noticed as she pulled sucker from her purse and stuck it in her mouth. Things were looking up though, she noticed as her drop off spot was coming up and she was about 5 minutes from vanishing into the haze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:45:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licking the tootsie pop, she seemed to even have a stronger sense of taste for sweet things. She found she was a little distracted by it as the minutes passed. <br><br>The cab pulled up and the driver pulled over. "Hey kitten, you're here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:59:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks, darlin." She says with a grin as she hops out and starts towards the station. She blinks as she realizes what she did. She flashed the guy and was sounding like a club girl! This was something definitely weird. Moving quickly she considered what was going on. <br><br>The alarms in the building. That was the sort of thing the big wig places did after a EMP event of some sort. Maybe her systems were taken offline. She hurried into the station and went down to the hidden cache of stuff she had left in the lower level ladies room. A handful of quick cash cards with over 20k in untraceable funds, a small pistol with a couple extra clips and and a small terminal and tool kit. She slid into the last stall and prayed they were there as she opened the hidey hole and pulled out the bag. <br><br>As she opened the bag, she smiled and did a reflexive check to see if her implants were coming on line.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lock box was there, still locked with the combination code. None of the fingerprint boxes would be any good to her, of course, eliminating several of the best stashes.<br><br>The toilets were hygienic, but there was still that faint chemical odour, and still a little graffiti on the walls. The smell seemed strong, as well as unpleasant, makign her want to get out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tapped in the combination and quickly pulled out the small pack that was in it, slipping her ridiculous purse into it and sliding it over one shoulder before closing the box and sliding it back in the hidey hole. She might need to restock it some day.<br><br>"Now, I need to find a staging area to work from." She told herself as she pulled the memory card from her terminal and left it and the rest of 'Samantha's' electronics behind. She would need the card to figure out something about Sam's life, but right now she just wanted to find a coffin hotel to crash in. Her head was killing her.<br><br>She made a line down into the tunnels, picking up a train at random and looking for a spot to hide in. Operating on instinct, she picked out a coffin hotel and slid into her own little tube. She used her tools to open the back panels, to hide the bag and most of the gear. After buttoning it up, she ordered a bottle of water and a dermal pad of medicine for her head as she lay down on the padded floor of the tube and used her newly acquired terminal to read the memory card she had brought to learn more of Samatha Phillips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The data card contained phone-cam recordings of lectures on design, tablet sketches of clothing and product design ideas, photos, stored emails, many of them from someone tagged "Michael".<br><br>The water and headache pad arrived, got to work almost immediately...<br><br>...<br><br>She woke without a headache, feeling relaxed and comfortable.<br><br>She lay in a large bed, under warm silky sheets. <br><br>A soft nightdress slid around her body as she stirred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh hell." She groaned as she sat up. This couldn't be good, she thought as she looked around. She had a bad feeling that whatever had eaten over a year of her time had just ate some more.<br>Her eyes rolled as she took in the outfit she was wearing.<br><br>"Doesn't Samantha own anything that doesn't scream 'sex toy'?" She groaned as she got up and went looking for a clue of where she was and how long it had been since she bedded down on the coffin after stashing her gear. Which she would have to go get again. Without the gun because it was under the pad she had been sleeping on.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at the decor, she guessed she was back at the apartment where she woke up.<br><br>The nightdress wafted around her thighs, barely covering matching silk knickers, feeling completely comfortable. By the bed was a pair of white mules with a two-inch high heel.<br><br>She could also feel that she was wearing little makeup, her hair was untidy... and she was moist inside her panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled her eyes and headed in search of the bathroom, instinctively trying to 'tap' her internal clock as she walked into the bathroom and splashed water on her face. She had gotten away and clear, that much she remembered. Her head was killing her, so she had tossed down for the night to get it straight before going in search of Doc with the cards she had in the bag she had left at the coffin. <br><br>"Great, so I got to go back, get the bag and this time go straight to doc." She told herself as she looked in the mirror at the person she was now. "What happened? Whatever they had done to her had kicked back online clearly." She closed her eyes and tried to recall her first memory of waking up as Samantha.<br><br>Alarms. They were talking about not operating untested electronics. Whatever they had done to her wasn't shielded as well as the rest of her cyberimplants. She rubbed behind her ear to feel for the jack she had once, thinking the release code for the implanted skin plug.<br><br>"Come on.. be there..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing. All of her external hardware, even hidden, must be gone, disconnected as much as possible.<br><br>The moist feeling between her legs felt... if anything, it felt like the feeling after sex.<br><br>And as she walked back out, she noticed a new coat and a pair of black spike-heeled shoes on the chair by the bed. "... a really nice pair of shoes and a long jacket and little else..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well at least it was something sensible." She grumbled as she turned back around and headed into the bathroom. She couldn't exactly go out reeking of sex, which she realized she did. She shed what little clothing she was wearing and showered hurriedly. <br><br>Almost without noticing that she was using conditioner and all the other usual things that a woman who was preoccupied with her looks would. She shook out her hair and dried it quickly as she considered her options. Clearly something was going on in her head. She walked over to the apartment's massive television and turned it on, going to a local news feed to see if anything significant had happened the day before, dressing as she did and looking for the terminal pad she had gotten from her cache.<br><br>She had a few she could get to without the tools to defeat the fingerprint locks of the really good ones. A glance at the mirror told her that most likely she'd need to do something about the optic scanners too. LOTS of tools and software for the big caches. Shame, she'd really like to get at the car she had stashed. It had LOTS of toys, including a back up deck, software and a 'trode net. <br><br>"That might work.." she murmured she skimmed though the news on the area. She could rig a trode to scan for her implants in her head. They, whoever they were, might have clipped the jack but she still had a functional brain.<br><br>"Just got to find a way to keep Sam from popping up again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shower felt wonderful as she gelled her smooth skin, conditioned her hair and cleaned herself off. It also gave her a chance to look at herself. <br><br>She really did have the body of young woman, in good shape, with soft curves. She was a natural redhead, although her blood-red hair was obviously dyed. She was unnervingly attractive.<br><br>She dressed as she watched TV without thinking about it... until she felt herself applying lipstick.<br><br>Looking down, she found she was wearing a pink crop-top with "Candy" in sparkling holo letters, a red pleated skirt, white knee socks and black Mary Janes with three-inch high heels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:44:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Crap.. major bleed over." She mutters as she puts away the make up, barely noticing that she put in that purse again. She sighed and shook her head as she got up to ditch the shoes and realized she was more adjusted to them. She typed out a quick worm to search the net for any information on the alarms she had heard the day before. <br><br>She had been in the driver's seat till she had fallen asleep. Well then, time to get the gear and start arranging things then. She pulled on the jacket and shook her head. "Definitely need a taste transplant." she muttered as she gathered her things and headed out. <br><br>Time to collect her gear and put it someplace closer to 'home'. But first, she needed to get the cred cards and get that doctor friend of PHILLIPS to look her head over. She quickly checked the time and headed out. She had to get there and back before she got too tired.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood up, pulling up her socks and smoothing down her skirt so it sat properly. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she saw that the glitter pink lipstick had been the last thing to go on, and her hair was now in a flattering casual ponytail falling from mid scalp.<br><br>A different receptionist was behind the desk. "Good morning, Miss!" he said cheerfully.<br><br>She could tell he was admiring her.<br><br>"Looks like all the lights are working again, and the EMP protection held everything else together. Damn corporate wars, eh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:59:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So that is what happened yesterday?" She asked casually. "I was wondering." She considered that as she gave a small way to the woman as she left, heading back to the coffin hotel to get her bag, or at least some of the cred cards. She'd need a bit of money to get the doc to run <br>her though a full scan, and maybe get the gear she needed to hack whatever it was that caused her to flip flop between Screwdriver and Samantha.<br><br>"So that was it." She mutters to herself as she slides into the cap. It made sense. An EMP charge would have kicked the whatever cutouts she had in her head offline, and being offline wasn't what they were designed for. So, she was out of the 'box' for a bit, then Sam came back online only to crash later from the corrupt section of whatever program was in her head. <br><br>Someone spent a LOT of money to keep this going. Money better spent elsewhere, so this was a revenge thing. She nodded. That she got. And when the time came, they'd get theirs. Between the ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:07:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sun felt warm on her face, and the breeze ruffled her skirt, as she walked to the taxi rank. <br><br>"Good morning Miss," the driver said in a cheerful tone. Was everyone so much happier in the corporate zone... or was it just the men seeing her? <br><br>The newsfeed showed that there had indeed been a strike in a corporate war. A Dorn researcher was snatched from the Beamount Building, in the same block as the Benedict. Agents of Dorn's rivals Pinecrest were suspected.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi,." She says as she offers him her card. Maybe it was best to keep Sam's stuff and hide her own stuff in that purse. She had found a hidden slit in it that wasn't being used. She told the cabbie where she wanted to go and settled back, pulling out another sucker. She shrugged. It was less obvious than her old habit of smoking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:32:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they paused at a police roadblock, she could see the driver watching her in his rear view mirror. <br><br>"Damn police, like they'll find anything anyway, the guys flew in with an AV, zapped security and bolted with the guy. It's not like they were down here flicking cigarettes and leaving shell casings and prints, is it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:38:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They can't be everywhere." She says with a shrug. Standard trick of hers had been to have the cops elsewhere. No money in getting a cop killer rep. "Most likely they staged some sort of accident or incident elsewhere. That is what they say these guys do on the TV anyway."<br><br>She kept rolling over things in her mind, how could have they done such a complete change. She was just a few inches shorter, and looked to be the 18 years of age her IDs said she was. That spoke of major cutting edge biotech. And that wasn't something you wasted on a hacker for hire. <br><br>She kept her mind occupied by doing the numbers on that and watching for trouble. She had seen at least five places in her apartment where she could discretely hide her tools and the bag. Of course she would have to get some new gear to fit her new look, the body armor she owned at all her hidey holes wasn't designed for a figure as .. pneumatic as hers was. <br><br>She tapped on the glass as they came up on the coffin hotel and leaned forward. "Circle the block, be back in about 10 minutes okay?"&nbsp; As she got out and hurried inside. Definitely time to get her stuff and get to the grey clinic she knew about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:52:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay." She could tell he was watching her bottom as she walked off.<br><br>By the main subway junction, the coffinshop was business-friendly, so it didn't set off too many alarms for a corpzone clubber to be there.<br><br>It being a morning, it was quiet enough that she was able to bribe her way to the same cubicle. The stashed credits and gear were still here, although the gun was gone. The bribe was a bit higher than expected as a result of it being there. "What a girl like you need with that anyway?"<br><br>The driver was still waiting, good as his word... happy to see her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're a peach!" She says with a smile as she gives him another address. "He's my dentist." She explains. It was a moderately successful unit in an office block, and definitely nothing that would stand out with a 'corp clubber' showing up. She walked in and looked to the bored <br>receptionist. <br><br>"I need to see Doctor Li, it's a referal from Phil Driver." She said giving the contact phrase and her 'referrer'. Kind of weird to use yourself as a referrer to a grey clinic doctor. "I will need a full work up, tell him that I'm looking for 'kinkware'." She says referring to headware that might be used to keep corporate assets 'well behaved'. That was sure to get the REAL Li into play and drink up over half her cards in the process.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 06:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>You're</em> the peach," the driver told her as the door opened at the press of a button.<br><br>Li's receptionist was new, a thirtysomething woman who looked at her hair questioningly, and raised an eyebrow at the mention of 'kinkware'. "I'll see if he;s available," she said. "Take a seat."<br><br>The reception area was quiet - a young mother and her child, a man in late middle age. Everyone looked at her, but at least the little girl didn't try to hide it. <br><br>The usual selection of general interest and gossip magazines lay on the table in the middle. A copy of Vogue from October 2019 was the closest it offered to a clue as to what had happened in the meantime. Apparently, last winter was all about rich reds and dark browns.<br><br>After less than two minutes, the receptionist tapped on the window. The man started to get up, but she pointed to Samantha...<br><br>Walking through, she found the exam room empty.<br><br>Until she heard the crackle of a taser from behind the door.<br><br>"Okay, girly, who <em>really</em> sent you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 06:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like I said.. Phillip Driver. He told me that if I ever need someone to check me over, put in something without anyone knowing better and be sure it was safe, to come here and give the phrase I gave at the door." It was the truth, just not the whole truth. How do you tell your surgeon that someone did such a good biosculpt on you that he didn't have a chance to recognize you. "I need the full workup and Screwdriver said you were the best."<br><br>The whole while, she didn't move or make a threatening gesture.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 18:20:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And when did he tell you that?" Doctor Li closed the door, locked it, and started to walk around, staying out of arm's reach, still covering her with his taser as he circled around into her field of vision.<br><br>He'd acquired a few more grey hairs since Driver last saw him, and sahved off his soul patch.<br><br>"Eh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 18:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Last time I talked to him was over a year ago." She sat down and showed him that she was unarmed. "Look I have had some blackouts that could explain where he vanished to. To that end I need a grey market doctor who knows his shit." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 18:57:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Li stepped back, looking her up and down. It wasn't the usual way men looked at her, it was more like a clinical study. <br><br>He didn't put his taser down, but he did walk over to his cabinet of instruments, bringing out a field detector he could use in his other hand. <br><br>"So who are you? A girlfriend? His little sister? You don't look like grey market."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 19:05:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tech an fashion support." She taps the side of her head. "I am missing some tech that I had last year. I need a full set of scans and a trode set to link with whatever cyber is still in here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 01:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her doubtfully as he turned on his detector and stepped over to her. <br><br>He seemed taller than she remembered as well. He was, of course, compared to her as she was now...<br><br>The detector beeped a few times as he ran the sensor over her head, and ran it down the length of her body.<br><br>"Internal skillchip... quite a bit of clipped wiring. Did you have a sensory boost? Replacing lost hearing, maybe, that's what this looks like. You obviously had plugs, had them taken out a year or so ago. Probably wise, trodes are fast enough for end users nowadays. Contraceptive and, ah, sense stimulant implants, anti-STD traits..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 02:02:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can you reactive the cyber implants? I'll need the jack restored too." She says, considering things. "Of course I'd want it at the base of the skull this time. Can you get me a download of the internal chipset or get me a way to linking with it?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 02:13:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd have to put you under - it's not like getting your ears pierced, or even like getting an initial chip attachment, connections have to be cleared and re-established." <br><br>Li frowned. "The skillchip's locked and encoded. It would take a full upgrade lab. Whatever it is, it's a skill feed, specially coded for you to learn it as second nature." He looked at her and smirked. "Daddy bought your way into the university with a full knowledge package to get on the honor roll, probably."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 02:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I doubt it." She says with a grin. "And the jack, it will have to be concealed. That going to be a problem?" She considered what was on the chipset. With her implants on line she could code up something to take a look at it, though he was right, she would continue to absorb information from them no matter what. She suspected some of what was on it. <br><br>She tapped the base of her skull, under her mane of hair it would be totally invisible if it had a skin plug like her old one. "There, and yeah.. put me under but be ready for me to act wierd, the cut out in my memory seems to be around sleep periods. So, expect me to act weird." She considers her options and comes up with nothing else she could do. If she didn't get her hacking implants online, she would always be subletting from her own body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 03:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Weird?" Dr. Li asked warily. "I suppose you don't have any active mods. I will need a release form. And money up front."<br><br>As he went to intercom his receptionist, he muttered something in Cantonese and shook his head slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 03:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'I think there are some bunraku elements in the software, because I clearly do things while I'm 'out'." She slides the cards over. "And that wasn't a nice thing to say I'm sure." She used that phrase a lot when he spoke in cantonese, though she doubted he'd recognize the source of the quote. She quickly signed the forms and settled back to wait for the work to get done.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 04:17:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Li pressed the chair control, and it started to up-end. "Lock your head in the grips, don't want to paralyse you," he said with a casual chuckle as he scrubbed up and sprayed on antiseptic, then pulled on a pair of gloves. "Happy with plain caps, since they'll be covered anyway? Don't want LEDs or hot pink or anything?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 04:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods as she lets him position her. "This isn't something I want anyone to spot." She grins. "In fact, I know you're so good I'll be able to use them in a few days, and no one will know till I pop a cord in them. I've seen your work on Screwdriver remember?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 05:40:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you claim." With that, he lined up the bore, looked through the viewer to find the spine to tap, and nodded once. Then he applied a sedative armband, and she felt it prod lightly at her skin...<br><br>...<br><br>She woke slowly, feeling a bruise on the back of her neck, right where it should be. <br><br>And she could feel padding under her back and legs, and warm moisture in the air, and lying against her skin.<br><br>Opening her eyes, she found that she was naked except for a towel wrapped around her.<br><br>A young woman sat beside her, skilfully buffing her long glossy fingernails.<br><br>"Nodded off for a moment there," said the woman on the recliner next to hers, a young blonde with dark blue extensions. "Your man keeping you up all night, eh?" she added with a mischievous smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 05:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess that must be it." She says looks around to feels where she's is as she tries to access her time/date function on her cyberware. "Sometimes it feels like I'm living two lives at once."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 05:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt like she could access it, but it had no way of displaying...<br><br>"As long as you're enjoying them, what's the worry? You dig him, he digs you." The girl sighed wistfully. "Lucky bitch." Then she giggled. "Anyway, thanks for the invite. We stepping out Friday? I have a total kill outfit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 05:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I'm working on something, besides who else would I call but my best girl?" She settles back and relaxes. Time to figure out what the hell happened.&nbsp; "Still looking for something.. I don't know..thinking 'runnerish. Time to shock the folks up a little you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 17:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Long's you look tasty, I doubt he'll mind." The girl turned over, letting her see a pierced nipple without apparently thinking about it as she went, and called over a masseuse. "I'll be wearing blue - I can send pics, did you get a new comp yet?"<br><br>The assistant continued to work at her nails, adding layers of pink iridescent sparkle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 17:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Working on it, I'm thinking of getting a custom one made up, commercial jobs are all for office work and I need something to do my art work on." And any machine an 'artist' can be happy with would be a good 'cracking' deck too.&nbsp; "I do need to get a system in the short term though, got to keep up on the feeds." <br><br>She was starting to recall how BoomBoom worked her party runs on the clubs. A few of the edgier club net threads were her favorites. Who knows, she definitely looked like the sort of girl Boom liked to chase now.<br><br>"So, you think I should get a new color?" She asked tossing her hair around. Hopefully the 'seepage' would give her enough cues to figure out the girl's name before she made a gaff. Now all she need was to get a few things added that you could get at any mall clinic that would allow her to see her implant links in her field of view. Maybe a pair of shades or even some of the edgier shifting contacts out there."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 18:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeaaaah, and take <em>phone calls</em>," the girl chided as she mentioned keeping up with feeds. "Living in the dark ages much?" She was probably a name on the list of received conversations on Samantha's comp. Not Michael, obviously... Dee or Cally were next down, as she recalled.<br><br>Dee... or Cally... nodded at the suggestion of a colour change. "Maybe. Though I know you, you always swing back to red. Or pink."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 18:11:14</strong>
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				"How about a deep red?" She knew that was one of Boom's favorites. 'Hawties in blood red' she often said. And she was smooth enough to maybe score with Sam if she was online rather than Screwdriver. "I mean we could get something really hawt in Synthleather, go all retro."<br><br>"But we need to see what is available first right? You got any places you think are worth checking out?" She adds as she considers how to move on past this on/off life she's stuck in. Sooner or later the folks that did this will be doing some sort of check up, and while it was doubtful they were checking the coding of the programs in her head she wasn't sure she wanted to risk it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 18:22:37</strong>
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				The girl nodded. "You always kick the fetish angel look." <br><br>She pondered where to go as the masseuse rubbed her back. "7 has a new residency." In the DJ booth, presumably. "Movers, shakers, shakeyermoneymakers. Mikey would love to show you off there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 18:29:45</strong>
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				"Oh we need this to be a night out for the girls.. no guy time." She says with a chuckle. "Make them appreciate us more. Know what I mean Cally?" She says with a grin, before getting a shock that she knew who the woman was. <br><br>Damn, she thought as she forced herself to relax under expert hands working on her body, she KNEW the woman's name. "That way if we see something at the club, we can get it and it will be all the surprise for them later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 19:07:50</strong>
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				"I do in theory," Cally answered with a smirk. "In practice, it makes them appreciate <em>you</em> more and <em>me</em> less." <br><br>"Of course, if Michael appreciates you any more he might marry you." She winked. "Then your hair would have to go au naturelle, at least for the day." She pondered this for a moment. "Gahhd, so would <em>mine</em>. Although we could probably get your dad to pay for the 'good girl' makeovers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 19:16:40</strong>
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				"Oh please, let's so not do the 'make Sam into a trophy wife' thing today." She said, falling into an easy routine that she had seen plenty of club girls talk in. "I'm not even old enough yet.. so, come on, do a girl's night thing. You know you want to. Find someone totally wild and so 'not bringing home'able."<br><br>She grinned at the thought. She knew enough about Boom's tastes to get her if she could find her. And she was sure that would be the easy part. She hoped she could lay enough ideas out that 'Sam' might do that on autopilot if she wasn't there. "You know.. we should make this a regular thing..just to show the boys we're not their 'trophies' yet.'<br><br>"A girl needs to be appreciated." She mentally rolled her eyes at that, she was finding it easy to do the grift as Sam. Not that she didn't have experience doing the scam part, half of Screwdriver's work was grifting. Setting folks in place for a job, coding wasn't the whole role of being a hacker. Just the fun part.<br><br>"So, we are almost done..why don't you show me someplace new to shop." She waggles fingers that were a disgusting shade of red and too long for her liking. "We got some good new clothes, I find me a machine I can tolerate... that emp blast toasted mine you know.." It hadn't.. but she was willing to bet whoever found it in the trash had it in pieces by now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 19:35:20</strong>
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				Cally grinned at the 'trophy wife' comment, and nodded to her suggestion of going out Friday - just you girls...<br><br>"Come on then, there's a few places... what do you feel like showing? We gotta get you a chemleath dress, what else? Slutty or girly?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 19:45:02</strong>
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				She thought on that one quickly, her first impulse was girly. That was Sam seeping though, she realized, but she was shopping for a specific tech savvy runner who liked her girls a bit trashy. "Slutty, got to do something new I think."<br><br>She considered what she knew of the dozen or so girls that she had seen BoomBoom pick up, cause if she had to 'acquire' one of her friends she want it be be Boom and not Ronin. He would believe her just as easy as Boom, but there would be all sorts of blood on the streets when he went postal. Boom had once spent three months getting into position to put a faux bottle of water into one specific office fridge to get at the man who had sold her parents out to an ecoterrror group. The bottle was a shaped charge that went off in his face when he opened it but left everyone in the office with no damage. <br><br>Well aside from said scumbag's face all over their lunch at the conference table.<br><br>Definitely she'd have to find Boom first..and as much as she hated it, she had to use the strengths she had. And Boom was easier to find with her current 'look'. She didn't even know what Ronin's kinks for girls was. And the idea of doing it with him.. ick. Sam wasn't that well establish in her psyche yet and hopefully some of BoomBooms tech geek friends could finish fixing her cyber before that happened.<br><br>She sat up as the massuse finished and let 'Sam's outlook' settle over her a bit. <br><br>"Ready to shopping on the man's card sweetie?" She asked, with a smile that hid her start at how easy it was to talk like Sam apprarently did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:26:00</strong>
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				"Yeahhhh, because <em>you</em> don't own <em>any</em>thing slutty," Cally laughed. <br><br>As the girl - the other girl lay back, she had time to think... to plan... not time to worry, <em>a year's a long time on the street, anything could have happened to them, look what happened to you</em>...<br><br>She frowned slightly. Cally didn't notice or comment.<br><br>She did notice, and sit up and stretch, as Sam got up. "Oh, you know it, bay-bay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:29:53</strong>
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				"Never enough of that sort of thing honey." She says as she sits up and smiles. "So, we need to go shopping then right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:55:05</strong>
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				"Always and often," Cally replied with a giggle as they headed into the dressing rooms.<br><br>Inside, where men would have completely separate cubicles, women had a smaller number and a communal area, with seats and long dressing mirrors.<br><br>An assistant brought garment bags for both of them. The clothes had been cleaned, the handbags and gear were in tamperproofed wallets.<br><br>Cally opened hers and retrieved a black bra and thong, slipping them on casually before drawing out and shimmying into a sheer black dress rsembling a tight thigh-length T-shirt. This done, she sat and took out a pack containing a pair of black fishnet holdups.<br><br>Sam's bag contained a hot pink bra and panties trimmed with lace, a black crop top, a refractive pink mini and a pair of pink sandals with a two-inch heel, as well as a pink handbag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:04:13</strong>
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				She dresses with ever growing ease. This time she barely registers that she has no difficuty getting dressed, fixing her makeup or any of the other steps a woman needs before going out in public. Till she's actually walking outside the spa and it clicks. She blinks and let's Cally take the lead so that she doesn't see that momentary flash of shock before she gets her 'game' face on. <br><br>Bleed over was progressing pretty fast, but then she had been under for a year or, it wouldn't be slow on the skills part. She still didn't think a lot like same did. Pink wasn't as interesting to her, the idea of her 'boyfriend' didn't around her as much as watching Cally getting dressed did. But the stills and ease were there.. and that was not comforting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:18:22</strong>
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				She paused as she shrugged on her black PVC jacket, once she was already dressed and made up. And looking in the mirror, she looked pretty cute...<br><br>Cally lead the way to a waiting taxi, heels of her knee boots clicking and gloss white jacket glinting. She waited for Sam's card to go into the pay slot, then leaned forwards. "Anatomic Bomb, on Christiane?" <br><br>The driver nodded and the seatbelt lights came on. "You girls going shopping, hai?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:23:02</strong>
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				"Yeah, definitely. Got ta look good for the clubs right Cally?" She says slipping more into the 'prepartation' phase of things. She had to get the right look if she was going to get close to Boom. She and Ronin changed numbers ever week or two. All her call ins would be long trashed, so..she had to get in close and talk her way into making her believe that it was really screw driver.<br><br>Luckily she knew a LOT of Boom's secrets. She just had to get Boom to come to her first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 03:18:00</strong>
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				"Yah-huh," Cally nodded as she sat back, crossing her shapely legs and resting her perfectly manicured hands on one knee. Driver would have admired a body like hers, wrapped up like that.<br><br>He would have admired Samantha's as well, as she crossed her legs as well, toyed with the hem of her tight little skirt...<br><br>The feeds puled up by Sam's credit card rattled through music news, film and TV, gossip, club news.<br><br>"Oh hey, Lace is touring, they're the cool." Cally looked excited...<br><br>The cab prowled through the streets, towards the Melburn row of small stores which had been starting up a year ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 03:23:13</strong>
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				"Well let's see where they are tonight." She says as she pulls up a sound bite of their music and nods. Definitely some of BoomBoom's sound. She HAD been a bit more old school, but along with the other skills she had picked up from Sam, it was clear her taste in music was part of it. She wiggled to the sound with a smile, watching the eyes of the cabby in the mirror on her chest.<br><br>"Well this is a definite thing I'd say." She says, just becoming aware of how casually she was adjusting to her new body. "And there are the stores right?" She says leaning forward to point at a trio of stores coming up the street from them. <br><br>She quickly paided the cabby and pointed her best weapon, Cally in the direction of the boutiques. The faster she got the right look, the sooner they could start clubbing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 04:04:15</strong>
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				Lace seemed to be a sample-heavy speed-clash thing, with the name being explained by the female lead singer being a slinky blonde who was obviously proud of her appearance. Cally, and probably Sam, were more drawn to the white-haired boy playing bass in a black shortsleeve shirt, red tie and ripped jeans.<br><br>As she slipped out of the cab with her legs together to skilfully avoid flashing anyone, Cally lead the way to the row of boho little stores. Handmade items, retooled goods, garage kits for gear... and sure enough, Anatomic Bomb, a fetishwear store.<br><br>"Here we are. Mortal man does not deserve how hot we'll look once we spend a thousand of that man's bucks in here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 04:09:49</strong>
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				"Well then we'll have to find someone more worthy." She says, riding an impulse of what she KNEW Boom liked and Sam's superior feminine fashion sense to build an outfit that would all but hook, and hog tie the friend she needed. <br><br>"Definitely a new look is needed." She says with a grin. "So, what first.. undies or the leather outwear?" She says, again with a shiver of surprise at the ease she was slipping into 'role.'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 05:05:41</strong>
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				"Well of course we start with undies," Cally said. "Can't have VPL, and it's always more fun to take off the new and sexy and reveal <em>more</em> new and sexy."<br><br>Cally took her arm and lead the way into the boutique. <br><br>Inside, glossy white mannequins modelled glossier black costumes. Open leather jackets revealed tight leather dresses with zips at the cleavage. UV-glow PVC tops and pants flickered in a strobe, revealing words like LUST as they did. A rubber maid offered a drink to a queenly figure in a latex column dress.<br><br>A tall, slim woman with shifting green and purple reflections woven into her black bob hair, wearing a leather and satin corset and a long velvet skirt, approached them.<br><br>"Bonsoir, welcome to the Bombsite. Can I help you find something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 05:13:10</strong>
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				"Why yes, we're looking for the latest in 'edge." She says with a grin to Cally. "We need something new and oh so naughty." She winks to him. "We've got a girl's night out an my BFF here wants to see Lace, and you know we have to look JUST right to get into those sort of places." <br><br>She points to a few bits that she knew would appeal, both to the public at large and her prey. "Those seem to be a good start, but we need to get the right goodies to go under it." She says as she picks out a tight black pvc top, a skirt that is barely there and boots that stop where the skirt ends. Definitely a nice look she realize, though it shook her deep to realize it looked good on HER.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 05:43:17</strong>
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				"Absolutely." The woman smiles brightly. <br><br>"You have a good eye," she says. "You could be the toy of the season in that."<br><br>She tapped the security labels, and a nearby mirror flickered, putting a real-time graphic of the outfit over Samantha's reflection.<br><br>Cally leaned in behind her and tweaked her skirt, and the graphic adjusted to match. "Yeah... total goth dolly. You like?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 05:53:28</strong>
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				"Oh yes, most assuredly." She said, surpised at how much she agreed with her public persona. She had kind of lusted after BoomBoom before, but she was so much younger then.. well now she was closer to Boom's age and definitely one of Boom's types. <br><br>"Of course we'll need to get the right goodies underneath, the right jewelry and definitely the right color of makeup and hair for it right?" She was stunned how easy it came to play Sam no, she still couldn't recall everything but the girl's voice and mannerisms were nearly second nature. She'd be worried about that later, now she needed to get this done before she flaked out or worse yet, slipped off line. She looks to Cally, "You already got a look don't you you minx? Go get it and we'll start going on the prowl. Find you some naughty boy to play with, ect ect." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:24:34</strong>
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				Cally nodded and grinned, then click-clacked off to retrieve it.<br><br>"I'd suggest one colour for highlight. Red or pink are you, of course," the saleswoman said as they looked at Samantha's virtual reflection. "It's all memory plastic, wear to fit. So no returns, obviously," she added with a smirk. "Cash or charge?"<br><br>Cally returned, carrying a metallic blue dress with black latex panels and a pair of matching platfrom knee boots. "Think I need a jacket as well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:30:31</strong>
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				"Definitely, something in a darker tone of blue too." She makes a shooing motion. "Go get girl. Sooner we buy, sooner we go play." She says with a laugh as she slides one of Sam's cards over. <br><br>Idly she smiled at the thought of whoever Michael was and how he might be paying his way to her getting free of what they did to him. Definitely have to slick some cred off into some hidden accounts before she disappears into the mist. "Here, it's all good darlin, I'm shopping for prey..and this is the look my prey likes."She grins at the image in the mirror. <br><br>The woman in the image would hook Boom, no problems, and the stuff she knew would convince her. After that..who knows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:50:05</strong>
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				The image in the mirror smiled back, looking excited and happy as she admired her reflection.<br><br>The assistant suggested some punky jewellery, a studded plastic collar and bracelets.<br><br>Cally returned with a jacket. "We've got time for a meal, we can change at mine, hook up with Dee, see a knifin' band with a totally cute bass player, score <em>me</em> a rich boyfriend who loves seeing me spend his money on dressing up... Plan?" She grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:53:01</strong>
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				"Among other things." She says back. "And remember if we lose track of each other, hook up for lunch tomorrow to tally things up okay?" She says as she gets the jewelry to finish the outfit off. After all, she would have to make up something to cover the fact her plan was to pick up a runner and have HER help Phillip figure out who fucked his life up and how to fix it before too much bleed over came though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 07:19:41</strong>
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				"Absolutely." Cally nodded cheerfully as she took her bag. "Thank you, princess. I totally have to get you something amazing for your birthday when it rolls round. In the meantime, I can pay for takeout. Thai?"<br><br>Around seven hundred dollars went on Samantha's card, for two outfits. The sales assistant made sure they had catalogues. The screenpapers were copies of the shop's website, of course, with a 10% off next purchase loyalty scheme added. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 07:24:42</strong>
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				"Okay." At least Sam seemed to agree with Phil on Thai food being good. "Call Dee an tell her to get her cute behind down here for our first girl's only..we don't want to have to wait on her to get into the clubs. We're too young an HAWT to dawdle at the doors." She says with a grin.<br><br>In her thoughts, Phil was a bit frightened at how easy it was to play at being Sam. The biosofts in her hidden socket were still online and clearly she had some level of improved access with the repairs to her headware implants. But the seepage was making it hard NOT to enjoy this. She was actually looking forward to going CLUBBING. Not for the sake of her plan but to dance, flirst and have a good time. She made a note to go easy on the drinks since she was more than sure that whoever did this MAJOR change to her body had taken the filtration plugs out of her kidneys and liver as well. <br><br>She stuck out a leg to lure in a cabby and hopped in with a grin. "So, let's eat, get Dee.. and go party!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 07:37:43</strong>
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				"Yeehooo!" Cally agreed as she waved to the very pleased sales assistant, and then the similarly pleased (for different reasons) cab driver. <br><br>"Metro U," she told the driver as the credit slot screen started playing Sam's preferred feeds. <br><br>"We should way catch that move," Cally said, pointing to a film trailer. "You free post-lunch tomorrow, or will your boy be wanting you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 07:44:42</strong>
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				"I'm sure that we can do it. If not I'll call you." She figured if she was online she'd be there, if Sam was most likely she'd be banging her guy again. And that was something she didn't want to consider. <br><br>She sat back and listened to the feeds, pleased that some of the shadowland contact feeds were mixed in. Not that they stood out from the other club and music feeds, you just had to know what phrases to watch for. She was enjoying the open card and being out and about, but part of her really wanted to get back in the game. She mused on that as the cab went though to Metro U and she added another big tip to the cabby. Wasn't her money, and it seemed Sam was a genorous girl. She hopped out and motioned for Cally to hurry up.<br><br>"Fast we eat, faster we go clubbing.. this outfit is too hot for sitting around in honey!" She could see the sun was almost down and she knew that BoomBoom got on the prowl early. She would be set to pick off a chicky like Sam early on. If the game looked good she'd make contact, Boom would cut her loose from the girls and hopefully she'd covince Boom who she was quick enough. Then some of Boom's tech friends would help her get her headware fully online and figure out the biosoft links that were driving her crazy with the changes in outlook and taste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 21:54:39</strong>
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				Cally nodded. "Cool." With that, she finished tapping in a food order on her phone's control touchscreen and made a call. <br><br>"Hey you... out of work yet? Get that yellow dress on and assemble at mine. I'm in blue, Sammi's in red, we're going to the Lace set at the Bang... Yes, with the hot bass player... Sweet. Arrive early and get Thai. Buh-bye!"<br><br>Cally bounced along happily as they headed for her off-campus pad. The decor was as girly Urban Flash as expected, right down to the cute goth teddy bear by her bed.<br><br>"I figure we've got time to get naked before the food arrives. Saves us having to tip." Cally slid out of her dress as casually as she took off her jacket and shoes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 22:01:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So we flash him or do we give him a show with it." She asks as she sheds her clothes as well and looks Cally over appreciatively. "Think he'd like to see one of us draped over the bed with the other one answering the door, looking hot and heavy?"<br><br>She picked up the gothy bear and hugged it to her chest as she talked about the 'show'. She picked up her computer and checked her feeds, trying to avoid the mail incase 'he' had sent something. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 23:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Damn, girl, it's just a four-buck tip!" Cally giggled as she rolled off her fishnets. "But if you want to lie there looking saucy, I'm sure he'll appreciate your generosity."<br><br>There were a dozen unanswered mails on Samantha's computer, as well as news about the corporate skirmishes causing further disruptions and the Bureau of Contraband and Firearms being called in to police the sitch, and a kawaii new toon about a girl and her rainbow-coloured dogs stopping crime.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 23:29:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You asked, I just figured.. why not blow his poor brain out.. practice for later." She deletes the girl and dogs bit, she wasn't that far gone. She shook her head, Sam was just as smart as she was as Phillip, why go that far down the dark path? <br><br>She sticks her tongue out at Cally and reads though the feeds and runs the emails though a quickly coded filter program to scan them for any possible problems. She was not going to take anything but plain text till she was sure she couldn't be triggered and nothing for her 'man'.<br><br>When the delivery guy shows up, she hops up opens the door and leans out with a smile and little else as she tucks in a tip and grabs the backs from him. <br><br>"You're a peach..thanks so very much..buh-bye." She winks and nudges the door shut with her behind. She was grinning to Cally, but inside the display worried her a bit, it was way too confortable with this body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 01:33:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No emails from her 'man' today. An autoprompt to attend a lecture Monday morning. A reminder of a student photography show running all week. A mailshot from Secrets In Silk lingerie boutique. A reminder to click daily at thehungersite.com. A club scene mailing list having a six-post argument about Bean's new tour dates. Two personal mails from someone called Mindy sending her a link to the girl and dogs, and someone called Alice replying to a question about personalising a pocket comp to use as a sketchpad, suggesting a dozen possible models including the one she now seemed to own.<br><br>The delivery guy stammers something in Thai and barely notices the tip as she takes the bags of cartons. Cally giggles infectiously as she bumps the door shut, clearly enjoying the reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 01:37:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just think of what it would have been like if he had looked in and seen you all splayed on the bed panting and moaning." She says with a laugh. It had been a common trick to distract targets before. Have Boom flash them, or Ronin if it was a woman, and blindside them<br><br>Setting down the cases she picks out her dishes and starts eating. "We don't take too many new drinks tonight okay? Cause I'm sure ONE of us will be regretting that in the morning if we do right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 02:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeedy. I already have liver filters pencilled in for my bext birthday."<br><br>There was a buzz at the door. Cally called "hello?" and a girlish voice replied "Hey you two." "Come in," Cally said, and the door buzzed again. <br><br>A minute later, another girl their age entered. She had black and white hair, and wore a red raincoat over a vibrant sunburst yellow PVC dress and matching thigh boots. "Hi babies," she said as she set her bag down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 02:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey there you.. eat, we are on a schedule you know.. faster quicker hotter looking girls get in and get to dance, flirt and drink on someone else's cred." She grins, another reflection of Sam that had more than a little resonance with Phil. Partying was usually AFTER the gig was done though, this time it WAS the gig.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 03:15:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee grinned as she sashayed over to join them, taking her carton of peanut chicken. "So, like, there a plan for the night, or are we just dressing like all the primary colours because Cally wants to play Supergirl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 03:17:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh behave Dee, she picked that color after I got my outfit.' She poses dramatically in her outfit. "And we figured the color thing would get us marks with the doorman. Not that we need to worry much since we're all so smoking HAWT." <br><br>She gestures to the food. "Eat, for we go to battle and empty stomachs make it easier for clubbers to get us drunk. If they want to play..they should have to pay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 04:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee nodded approvingly at the outfit. <br><br>"Yes, she's hot, she knows it," Cally giggled.<br><br>Dee rolled her eyes and sat down to eat. "Nngh, so, work when the servers are EMPed turns out to actually be worse than when they're working. You can't get on with anything normal, so they find ways to make you earn your keep. And shouldn't there be computers that do my job by now anyway? So I can concentrate on passing this semester..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 04:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods . "Might not be useful now but the old ways can always save your bacon if you know them, it can come in handy. A lot of edgerunners use stuff like that to get in and out you know." She says. Which was true, she knew that for sure. <br><br>"So, we've fed, we're hawt, properly dressed and ready to party right!" She says as she pulls out the mysterious micheal's charge card. "An I have the Powar! Let's PARTE!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 04:59:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee smirked. "Stop being wise. It frightens me." <br><br>Then as she stood up and pulled out the black card, she giggled.<br><br>"So call a cab already, She-Ra," Cally chuckled as she worked through the noodles.<br><br>Food finished, it was time to fix makeup and make final preparations. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 05:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What? I read the newslinks right? Not like I'm secretly a brainwashed edgerunner who had run afoul of someone." She grins. "Saw that on some bad video last week I think."<br><br>She moves quickly, calling a cab, and getting more than a little excited at the thought of being on 'a gig' again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 05:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally took her arm. "Kitten, we've known you since college started. We prolly woulda noticed."<br><br>And so Samantha (http://ulorinvex.com/images/galleries//russell_pini1.jpg), Cally (http://www.fetishuniverse.de/assets/big/PC704506MELISSA2.JPG) and Dee (http://www.artificeclothing.com/em/shop/ProdImages/orangethumb.jpg) headed on out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 05:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grins and laughs, knowing the joke was on them but playing it as nothing but funs and giggles. She flags down their cab and sets it on the way to the club. Her whole body purred as the game was finally on. <br><br>When they arrived at the club she slipped into 'Sam'-play and led the way into it. This was definitely the sort of place BoomBoom would come to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 04:16:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The driver didn't even try to hide checking them all out. "Looks like you <em>trois</em> are going somewhere niiiice, neh?"<br><br>"The Bang, on Cannery," Cally said as she leaned back, handing out sticks of bubblegum to her companions.<br><br>The back of the cab fell silent for a moment as Cally tried to blow a bubble.<br><br>"Oh, there's a costume party at Alpha-Something-Delta next week for the end of semester," Dee said. "We'd make totally kill Powerpuff Girls. Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup," she explained, pointing to Samantha, Cally and herself.<br>"How come you get to be Buttercup?"<br>"We got the hair already."<br>"Pfft, that's a whole twelve minutes to fix..."<br><br>The cab pulled up at the Bang, having been in motion for about three minutes. <br><br>A year ago, it had been an abandoned warehouse, but the expansion of the university overspill had gentrified the area and now it was a club that <em>looked</em> like an abandoned warehouse.<br><br>The doors auto opened, and she could hear a low beat through the open security screening doors. The real noise would be cancelled and redirected inside, of course.<br><br>Large men with off-the-rack kevlar-weave suits and off-the-rack cybersenses looked them over as they passed through the analysis screens. They nodded, took their forty bucks a head and gave them transparent barcoded wristbands.<br><br>Inside, past the walls and sound refractors, the club was a thudding, flashing simulation of a migraine...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 04:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phil grins as she looks around, shimmying to the music a bit from Sam's impulses. She was back in the grove of things, this is where Screwdriver plays. She smiles as she heads over to the bar and scans the club, motioning for her companions to join her. <br><br>"Three something alcoholics!" she yells to the barman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:10:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The barman smirks. "Promos on the writeboard behind me."<br>"In that case, vodka wickeds," Cally tells him with a dimpled smile. He nods and brings out three slightly-UV blue bottles which taste sweeter than overly syrupy cola. <br><br>"When are they starting?" Dee asks, toying with her white extensions.<br>"Forty minutes. Which should be like fifty at most, since they want to make fans not hork them off."<br>"Coo. Dance?"<br><br>There are dozens here already, over three rooms including the large central performance space.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dance an mingle girls. We want to find cute dates remember?"&nbsp; She says as she collects her drink and looks around. She spotted some of the girls that she knew prowled with BoomBoom from time to time. "So, disperse and see what you find."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:23:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally kisses her on the cheek, Dee pats her on the rump through her latex skirt, and they clink bottles together before stepping away.<br><br>Sure enough, that's Zo, one of BoomBoom's former conquests, sneering at the men paying her attention.<br><br>Samantha's appearance starts to draw their attention as well.<br><br>"Hey red," says a young shaven-headed man making no bones about admiring her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi to you." She says back, silently reminding her Sam part they were looking for someone in particular. "Looking for someone.. maybe later okay?" Winks and heads over to Zo.<br><br>"Hey, you're Zo right? I'm looking for BoomBoom.. it's kinda biz, I got message for her from an old biz partner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hope sooner," the young man replies with a charming smile, watching her go and nodding.<br><br>Zo looks sidelong at her. "Look a little young to be playing the big table, dollface. But I can tell Booms you're asking, if you give me your number..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Messenger Zo, not a player.." She says with a grin. "Just point me in the direction she's at and I'll be sure to tell her what hawt girl helped out after the payday kicks in." Winks at her and grin wider. Of course if Zo TRIED to push things, she was still a skilled gutter fighter, and from the way she moved Sam was even quicker than Phil was and Phil had kicked her butt the one night she though he was honing in on Boom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:53:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On your own pretty little head be it." Zo tuts as she struts off, cleats on the bottoms of her combat boots clunking on the floor. She pauses and gestures vaguely towards the inner bar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 05:58:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're a sweetie.. really." She says, the very same thing she had said as Phil when she had put her on her knees with a quick grab and twist of her thumb. Of course she was smiling and saying it sweetly as she headed into the inner area. <br><br>She reached into her bag, the guy inside wanting a cig, but the girl outside pulling out a sucker instead. The mix of latex and 'cute girl' would be a definite draw to Boom and she needed to suck on something. Nicotine would have been great but she'd take the pure cane sugar that Sam seemed to prefer in the form of gourmet candies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 06:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zo doesn't appear to register the reference, instead smiling a little hungrily at the girl Phil has since become.<br><br>BoomBoom (http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/streetfighter-chun-1.jpg) sits in a booth with a number of unfamiliar faces, looking bored. Her hair is a little longer, her face perhaps thinner, but he'd recognise her anywhere.<br><br>Something no-one could say about him... not even himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 06:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She walks into BoomBoom's field of vision, pausing by the bar to get another drink, this one a 'Sex on the beach' and getting a drink sent over to BoomBoom. She was looking good mostly, less dirt, and she liked the hair being longer. All in all, she clearly hadn't had problems like Phil had. <br><br>"Give the pretty lady." Nodding to BoomBoom, "this with my compliments." She knew the drink she sent over was one of Boom's favorites, and she retreated to a booth to see how she reacted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 06:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The combination of sucker and SOTB tastes a little strange... reminding her of how much stronger and clearer her sense of taste and smell are now she'd been cigarette-free for a year...<br><br>BoomBoom looks up, eyes narrowing slightly, as a Rattler arrives at her table. Asking who sent it, she's pointed towards the booth. Taking the drink, she stands and walks over...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 06:52:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She takes another long suck on the sucker before finishing it off and looking over at BoomBoom as she approaches. She wondered how to handle this, be coy and let Boom take charge or spill it and hope she doesn't go on a shooting spree right off. <br><br>She settled back in the booth and waited to see what her old partner said before she did either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 06:57:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We haven't me. I think I'd remember you." She looks down at her, inspecting her more clinically than most of the eyes that seem to move her way now. "So how do you know me, pretty thing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 07:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Have a seat Elise..this will take a bit." She said motioning for her to join her in the booth. Using the name she helped BoomBoom get sent to jail under so she could get the killers who killed her parents. She pulls her terminal on and turns on the white noise program she cobbled together and started it up. Only one person knew that name, and he wouldn't have told.<br><br>"What do you want me to tell you about yourself? The creche group you were raised in before the eco-terrorists gassed your block? The age you were when you got the first of your 4 degrees? What 4 they are? How many stiches you had in your right shoulder after you got pulled out of jail or who put them in?" She knew that the questions would lead her to one person and one person only, Boom was the only person she knew with better recall than herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 09:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Boom's eyebrows shot up as she heard the name Elise. Her face hardened as she listened. "Not a lot of people know all that. One of them's me. One of them's dead." Her eyes narrowed to gun slits. "So you'd better start talking, girl. 'Cause I've wet the ground for less."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 14:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not dead. Though I felt like it about two days ago. Some spent a LOT of cred for a makeover and a personality screen." She looks at her wiu an embarrased smile. "Its me Boom, Phil, and I need you help and the help of your tech connections to figure out what they did to me."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 23:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at her with shock and disgust. "Bullshit. No way."<br><br>She leans closer, holding the half-full glass like a weapon - which it could easily become. "Fuck are you trying to pull?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 23:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give me your term, the one that he built for you." She says keeping her hands on the table. "Lock it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 00:06:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What - No!" She pulls away in disbelief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 00:10:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on Boom, your security and my coding are what makes that tick. Only one person knows enough besides you to pop one of your gizmos. I do it, you put the pretty little whatever explosive thing you are holding away and we figure how this was done to me and fix the neural bleed before I'm totally zipped out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 00:40:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't have one. I'm just planning to break this glass in your pretty face. He'd know not to even try and ask me to let him have a shot at my stuff." She sneers. "This is the worst bullshit play of the year."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 00:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs and pulls out a pad and starts writing out account numbers. LOTS of them, each of them for a job that she did with Boom. She looks up and slides it across the table. <br><br>"Did I ever tell you you were a stubborn woman Boom?" She says. "Ask me a question. Anything.. sooner or later you have to realize that no one could have hacked and pumped Phil dry of data to the point where I know what he does. I bet you the next rattler I can hack anything he built for you without 'jacking in. I'll even use YOUR tool set."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 00:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at the pad and her eyes narrow again. <br><br>"Sounds like a full brainscan. Be a lot easier than putting the actual brain in your body."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shit ..woman what do I have to do to convince you? I had the Doc do a scan. MY IMPLANTS are in here." She taps her head. "I got some new extras and no way to see what they do. I need your geek contacts to get in there and fix them. I REALLY don't like waking up ever so often to find out what the sim they made for me as a room mate does next."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guh. Whatever." Booms rolls her eyes. "Is there money involved? I'd guess not much, you'd have started with that and not this line."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs as she leans back. "I'll give you the location of my car." BoomBoom knew the car she was talkigna bout. A 1967 Shelby, upgraded as much as she could do without changing the lines of the car.&nbsp; "You remember? The one I picked you up in after you broke out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:48:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You think it's somewhere nobody will have moved it? Phil's been dead for a year. Or whatever." She gestures vaguely at Samantha's body. "And he totally wouldn't be <em>caught</em> dead in that getup."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I had it in storage for the last five years." She says. "What do I have to do to convince you?" <br><br>She NEEDED to prove her bona fides to BoomBoom. "You are looking for an excuse NOT to buy into this. I am Phil, I'm the guy who pulled you out of hell. You OWE me you stubborn bitch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:08:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What, you expect me to look for a reason to believe you? You're a <em>girl!</em> You're, like, fuckin' tiny! And you showed up here dressed like a total skank!"<br><br>"This is like some Candid fuckin' Camera shit." She sighs and shakes her head. "Okay. So. What is supposed to have happened?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:15:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know .. I'm the hacker, I break the rules computers go buy, I did the plans, I fronted the jobs. I got your ASS out of jail after you BUGGED me for six goddamn months to help your psycho ass."&nbsp; She leans forward. "The things folks do with cutting edge biotech is out there. I'm only 3 inches shorter than I was as Phil. Now, if you were me, and you woke up in a new body, with all these synthetic impulses perculating in your head who would you go to?"<br><br>"I know one certifiable genius who can retro-engineer damn anything she reads. I SAVED her fucking ass and she OWES me. Boom, it's ME." Her hands start to shake as she slams the sucker down. "Finally! I need a damn cigaraette."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:42:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... uh... I..." Booms stares at her, horrified, pressing her hand to her mouth like she feels sick. "I... have to make some calls. S-stay here."<br><br>As she stumbles away, Samantha's hand pops the sucker back into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:48:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs as she leans back and closes her eyes, counting to twenty. First in english, then chinese, then japanese and finally moving to number systems. Binary, Octal, and Hexidecimal. Still she was strung out, stressed, and more than a little pissed. <br><br>She sucked the sucker and growled to herself as she finished up and shook her head. "Yeah, sure thing Phil, you let your long vanished pecker lead you back to the woman that you loved in hopes that she'd save your ass."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You okay?" asks a voice, gently.<br><br>The young man from a few painful minutes ago smiles down at her. "Because you're very cute when you frown, but I think I prefer your smile." His own smile is warm, kind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, well I'm not in the mood for lines or cute guys sorry. Waiting on my girl to get back with some good news might put a smile back on my face." She shakes her head. "Mostly right now, I just need some quiet time an space. Thanks for trying though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods and takes a step back. "As long's you don't mind. And I hope your chica does have good news for you. Because you <em>do</em> have the best smile in the room." He winks. "Maybe the state. I'd have to see it more to assess if it's global." With that, he steps away fully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:29:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head, another line. Possibly a true one, but still a line. She had hoped to bait Boom into listening, but that had backfired. She just thought she was some brainjazzed puppet. She would have doubted it but for the fact that she went to the Doc and he confirmed her headware was still in place but offline. <br><br>If she had been a bunracku puppet with a 'Phil' chip, she'd be clean except for an inplanted simrig and chip set. And no one would waste time making a 'Phil as girl' puppet. That made even less sense than this whole biosculpt. <br><br>Which brought her back to the 'how'. We're talking 'cutting edge biotech here, Phil, she told herself as she thought about it. If you had something so cutting edge it was literally 'razor' like what was done to her, maybe you'd do a 'proof' of concept job.<br><br>Thing is, why go this far? Why do the brain job, the sex shift, and the whole new identity. Unless you were using 'Sam' as a 'floor model' for just how far you can go. She was at least half her old age..<br><br>She slipped a bit out of Sam habits and into Phil-mode. Weighing things as she considered the basics. Who, What, Why, and where was the money in it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 05:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she sits alone, brooding over the possibilities, clasping her thin long-nailed hands in front of her perfectly made-up face...<br><br>Booms walks back over. "Okay. So. Tomorrow, ten a.m. Location of my choosing, time of my choosing. Round back of the last place we saw Driver alive. Can you make that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 05:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know if I'll be in the driver's seat. The construct that is glitching might be online again." She says wilting. "I told you.. they 'sublet' my skull, if there hadn't been a snatch and grab with an EMP near where I'm living, I'd still be offline."<br><br>"Got another option, or want to stick me someplace till then? You could put me anywhere you feel secure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 05:58:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could chain you to my bed and take off all your clothes," she replies with a mean-spirited laugh. "I need the hours to make this workable, rush me and I don't play. Don't wanna play anyway, but I owe it to Phil."<br><br>She takes the pad and scribbles an ident phone code on it. "This is good for ten days. After that... we'll just have to come find <em>you</em>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 06:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulls out a pad and writes out one of her remaining caches that she can get to without an optic lock. <br><br>"That will cover set up." She looks at Boom curiously. "The optic locks you gave me, you got a work around? If so.." She writes down one of them caches. "try that one.. I'll try to be there for our date, 'Sam' occasionally reacts to my ideas."<br><br>She gets up. "Don't think I'm not tempted with the whole cuffed to the bed bit, cause.. once upon a time Boom.. " she grins."I daydreamed about it, but I wasn't your type them." Winks as she turns to leave.<br><br>Suddenly she just wanted to get back to the apartment and some sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 15:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh..." Booms watches the strange girl go. Her gaze travels down her as she departs, then she shakes her head and goes.<br><br>Before Samantha can escape, she feels hands lightly grasping her arms. <br><br>Cally and Dee have found her. <br><br>"C'mon babes, quit dawdling or we'll miss the show!" Cally grins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 17:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods and lets them lead the way, glancing back to BoomBoom before getting pulled into the crowd. Too bad I can't kick Sam online now, she mused as she lets the show roll over her. Even though she appreciated the music more than she did as Phil, she just wasn't in the mood now. She did her best to keep her act up as she looked for a way to slip away and grab a cab.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They put on a good show, and not just for the singles ogling the attractive members. The lead singer gets a lot of mileage out of her big blue eyes, the bass player flirts cheerfully with the screaming fangirls and bois, and after a shortish set they do an encore deconstructing a song Phil remembers from his youth, as opposed to Samantha's.<br><br>Heading out, Dee is busy giving her caller ident to a guy, while Cally bounces on her heels waiting for a taxi.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs, more than likely Michael would be waiting for her at the apartment. She spotted the cab coming into sight and thought furiously on what to do. She doubted she could be able to do what he was hoping for. She yawned mightily as the cab pulled up, clearly 'Sam' had been very busy today leading up to the spa. She pulled her terminal out and tapped in a "Meet B @ 10" not e with the location she had been given, palming a small pill she had found in the purse as she puts it back. <br><br>"Wow.. that was so much fun, shame I got a steady..had this cute guy give me a line about my smile that seemed almost sincere." she says as she tells about the guy who had put the moves on her while she waited on Boom to make her calls. As she led the way into the cab, she popped the pill before the girls could get in and gave her address. "Drop these lovelies off first though, they have to get home too." She adds with a wink.<br><br>Luckily she'd drop off the girls and be at the apartment JUST as the mild sedative kicked in, combined with what little alcohol she had drank and it would be like she was a little more drunk than she seemed and she knew the door man would get her to her apartment quickly and effectively. Good thing they put her in a 'class A' prison identity she mused as she settled back in the seat and listened to Dee and Cally talk about the guys that hit on them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you do got a gigawatt smile," Dee assured her.<br><br>"Yeah," Cally nods and grins, "tell your boy he got some major competition. He needs to keep you sweet if he wants to keep you."<br><br>The cab drops the girls just off campus. <br><br>"Thanks for getting us in, babes," Dee says and gives her a hug.<br><br>"Movie tomorrow," Cally reminds her and kisses her on the cheek.<br><br>The cab rolls off, and she feels her thoughts start to fog as she sits alone in the back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She struggles to stay awake long enough to get to the apartment. She cheerfully pays, with a good tip, the cabby and accepts his help getting into the complex. She smiled a bit lopsidedly at the reception clerk. <br><br>"Hi," She says as she staggers by. "I don't think I should have had those last 3 drinks..they were really potent. Can you be a doll and help me up to my apartment?" She says as she lets the cabby lean her against the desk. Perfect timing, Phil thought fuzzily as he started to fade out. The party girl coming back drunk. Boyfriend won't be too upset, it's expected and if she's lucky he's out on a junket or something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 01:13:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite all this, she can still walk in her high heels... <br><br>The receptionist gives her a soft smile and nods. "Come on, then, I'll get Michael to meet us at the elevator." He walks her to the waiting elevator and helps her in.<br><br>The doors pinged open onto the twentieth floor and she dimly felt an arm go around her waist, supporting her.<br><br>"Thanks," a male voice said.<br>"Any time," the receptionist's replied.<br><br>"Come on then, sleeping beauty, let's get you to bed." She felt a kiss on her cheek, then her feet walking as she was supported on the way to the apartment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 01:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phil tries to get a glance at the man before she totally fades out, but by the time she hit the apartment she was out like a light.<br><br>Dreams, surreal blends of her life as Phil and the experiences as Sam, blended through her mind as she floated between her waking world and the one that she existed in when Sam was in control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thinks she glimpses him for a moment, and he's young, with short bleached hair, a gentle smile and sparkling eyes... the most handsome man she's ever seen...<br><br>She feels him sit her on the bed, help her out of her boots... her own hands unzip the top and skirt she wears. He helps her out of them, turns her around to lie on the bed, and then she feels his lips on hers, her own lips parting as he kisses her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She would have fought against it, but she wasn't in the driver seat anymore. Sam was. She was fading out, and soon she would be where ever she went when Sam took full control, but she was in tune enough to feel every sensation that Sam experienced. It was disconcerting to feel her body respond to a made. She felt his hands wander downward as Sam kissed him. First cupping her breasts then wandering lower to remove the rest of her outfit. <br><br>Then darkness rose and she dropped out of reality for a time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:29:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the softness of his touch, the way he caressed her sensitive skin lovingly as he slipped her out of her clothes. She felt her nipples harden in the warm air, felt herself start to moisten as he kissed her...<br><br>...<br><br>She woke, her alarm insistently playing a vaguely familiar song from around 2015 or '16. <br><br>She was alone in the bed, slightly moist but not enough to suggest she had sex, naked apart from traces of eyeliner and bands making bunches in her hair. Her new latex outfit lay on the floor.<br><br>The clock on her comp indicated it was 8.00 A.M. <br><br>Two hours to shower, dress and go to meet Phil's old friend and Samantha's potential saviour or killer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:38:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Definitely TMI Sam, you so didn't need to share that experience." She muttered to herself as she walks into the bathroom for a quick shower. Well, maybe for Sam it was quick at only 20 minutes. Phil would have been halfway to the meet by then, she mused as she worked though the encoded 'Sam-habits' to cut down on primping and get more preparing.<br><br>Another 30 minutes to make herself look 'Sam-like' and then 10 to snatch down some coffee and a quick breakfast. She made a sour face at the stuff that Sam liked in her coffee, and tried to make do with the best she could. She popped open a bag of expensive high grade Hawaiin Blue Mountain coffee, and forced herself to stop at one scoop of sugar, REAL SUGAR, and none of the other additives that Sam clearly thought made coffee.&nbsp; She quickly gathered what little gear she had, a tech tool kit, her term and a mist sprayer of something that would poleax most gangers she shot in the face with it. <br><br>She made a face at the miserable collection of stuff. She had the hidden cred cards, a tool kit and a barely usuable computer and some amp-ed up version of Mace. No gun, no knife, no nothing really nasty. After a moment she added a few looped strap-ties to her bag. Instant restraints, she was agile and quick enough though she lacked Phil's upper body strength, but he never fought with power. When you're a net jockey and face off guys who get their muscle implanted to a density where bullets tickle, you fight sneaky not face on.<br><br>She looked over her stuff, double checked the placement. She had 45 minutes to get there and do a quick check over before Booms time limit hit. Luckily another 'Sam instinct she had managed to squash was the heels, today she was in low (for sam) wide heeled boots and a jacket that covered the mostly black ensemble she was wearing.<br><br>"Once I get my head fixed, I'm so going shopping for some real clothing." she muttered as she headed out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 03:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not that she feels at all uncomfortable in a top, skirt and boots. (http://ulorinvex.com/pic.php?gallery=102&amp;id=438) Indeed, she might feel uncomfortable about how comfortable she is wearing skirts.<br><br>During the hour and change it takes to prepare, she sees no sign of Michael. She's only glimpsed him when dosed enough to be near unconsciousness...<br><br>Reception has a taxi waiting for her when she reaches the lobby, ready to take her over to where this all began... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 03:20:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tries not to feel too at ease in this outfit, but it was a bit more sensible than the one she had worn last night, she reminded herself. She waved to the receptionist as she walks out to the cab and hops in, giving the cabby the address and discretely checking her term for anything Sam might have logged the night before. <br><br>She wish she knew why she was back up and running so quickly, was the Sam persona fading from activity and just leeching into her own personaity? Ick.<br><br>She mulled over things till she was a couple blocks away, then she was all into the game. Eyes alert and watching for trouble as she waited in a nook nearby where she was to meet BoomBoom and wondering what was going to happen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 01:22:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She arrives with ten minutes to spare, giving her time to look over the recycling bins at the back and any other nooks and crannies where somethign might be waiting for her.<br><br>At ten exactly, an unmarked van with slightly mismatched grey paintwork on different body panels pulls up, and BB steps out.<br><br>"Well then. Here we are... Cute top."<br><br>Following her gaze down, she sees a red target dot hovering over Samantha's heart.<br><br>"And now you'll be removing any weapons you brought along, princess..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 01:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She puts her bag in the van and steps back .<br><br>"Just tools, terminal and mace with a few strapties." she looks to BB with a curios look. "Care to frisk me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 01:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms arches an eyebrow at the line, then takes her phone off her belt and runs it over the girl's body as a scanner. <br><br>"Alright. Get in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 02:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As my lady wishes." She says, an old echo of the teasing she used to do as she gets in. "So, you going to put a hood over me Boom?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:18:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't have one." She hands her a circle of cloth bandage. "Blindfold yourself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tsks at her old friend. "You're slipping Boom." She winks as she puts the blindfold on <br>and settles back to wait for the ride to end. "So what did the doc say was in my head when you called him?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:26:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A skillset, a closed-off interface connection, some redundant wiring." Booms adjusts the blindfold, ensuring it's properly tied and tight. "Step up, arms out. Gotta buckle you in. Safety first..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods and does as she told, trying not to focus on the scent of perfume and chemicals that signalled Boom was close by. She was always like that, and Phil always got a rush from the mix of the feminine and tech that signalled Boom being close by.<br><br>"So, thus far I've been totally honest with you huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:48:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course, the sweet scent of perfume is matched by that coming from Samantha...<br><br>"In that you have wires in your head, yes." <br><br>She feels a seatbelt bring locked in place - and zipties around her wrists.<br><br>"Let's roll."<br><br>She can hear the door close, and then the engine starts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:51:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles but keeps quiet about little bit of amusement that she got from that zip tie, once upon a time she had daydreamed about having boom tie her up. Now she was&nbsp; bit worried about it, but she was commited and now it was time to sit back and hope for the best and taht Boom and her tech geeks could fix the problem before it goes too far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:01:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the van drives off, its speakers hum into life and start to play distorto from the early teens. Not BB's preference, but perfect for covering any sounds from outside that a recording device might use to find locations as it travels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She forces herself to relax, falling back on Phil habits as the ride drags on. She wants to discuss what is going on but that isn't professional and besides there is the whole matter of not pissing off the woman with the gun.<br><br>She humms a tune to herself as she rides and waits. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:10:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's only after a few bars that she realises the tune is "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne.<br><br>The van slows, she feels it turn and finally stop.<br><br>The seatbelt is released, the sip ties cut. <br><br>"Up," Booms commands flatly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stands up, but her hands stop just short of removing the mask. "So, do I take it off or just walk?" Always get clear instructions, keeps the person with the gun from finding reason to shoot you.<br><br>She feels her way out of the van while she asks. Always be cooperative while asking things. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just walk."<br><br>She feels a large, strong hand tap her elbow, then grasp it, and start to guide her across what feels like concrete.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods and does as she is told. By this time she had pretty much got little choice in the matter. She hoped that Boom was finally starting to believe, but the point of no return had long gone by.<br><br>She continued to hum to herself softly since her suckers were in the purse. Which if she was lucky Boom had and if not it was somewhere in the van or out in the street somewhere.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 06:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They walk her some distance, push her into a chair and scotch-tape her wrists to it, then the blindfold comes off.<br><br>Booms stands over her, looking through her bag. "For someone who claims to be a guy... who I know was pretty guy-like... you sure have a girly-ass little handbag."<br><br>Off to one side, one of her henchmen chuckles.<br><br>One the other side, letting go of her hand and stepping back, with a woman behind him stepping around to look at her...&nbsp; Ronin is stone-faced (http://homepage.mac.com/merussell/iblog/B835531044/C969231614/E20050722164624/Media/HustleAndFlow.jpg). 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 06:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You seem to buy in enough to keep me underwraps." She says back as she looks to Ronin. She had hoped to avoid him till she got things under control. He was more likely to go blast someone before they found out what had happened. <br><br>"Besides, when you got something like Sam lurking in all that biosoft programming, wardrobe isn't always my choice you know." She says with a sigh. "So now what?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now we give you a good, hard scanning," Booms says with a trace of a smirk, seeing down the bag and going over to a computer rig with a swing-out attachment like a doctor's overhead light. "Feel free to chat about your new life as we do. Who's your boyfriend?"<br><br>Ronin grimaces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:32:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs as she shrugs, and lets Boom set the gear up. "You don't have to enjoy twisting that blade in my gut so much." She looks to Ronin. "Not really sure, some suit. Works for Dorn I think, most of the time he's gone by the time I wake up and Sam is usually running things when he gets home."<br><br>She was more than a little hurt by the cruelty that Boom was showing, definitely Sam at work there. She shrugs as her gazes moves away from Ronin back to Boom. Wondering what little cruelty she'd play next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:52:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm. You're probably rigged so she's in the chair when he's around. Until you're ready to fall for him yourself." Booms talks matter-of-factly as she adjusts the analyser. "Okay, let's see what little girls are made of..."<br><br>"Huh." She looks over the data. "No scoring on your bones - it'd have to be nanoweave to give you those child-bearing hips. Not impossible in this day and age... take about a month, though..."<br><br>The boy behind her blows a bubble as he watches the door. <br><br>Booms shrugs. "Everything that refreshes in a year or less is female. Full-on, DNA, double-x chromosomal, you're a girl. But..."<br><br>She looks at you again, visibly shocked. "No way..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:56:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at BoomBoom with a mix of smug satisfaction and a bit of horror. The complete rewrite of her DNA into a woman was scary levels of biotech. The reshaping of her skeletal structure more so.<br><br>"To be honest, he's more Sam's thing than mine." She says trying to push the look off her face. "I got my own interests still, but what is it you found?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 08:06:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I wasn't looking for it, I wouldn't have found it. Some of the older core parts of the brain, long-term memory... it isn't a DNA match. There really is someone else in there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 08:13:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, essentially all that is left of me, the Phil-Me, is a pound or so of gray matter sitting in a soup of female hormone with a stim-sim rig leaking in to send me down the garden path of full on 'Samantha-hood'. I don't suppose I could possibly get your help to fix the seepage before I start LIKING her music?" She says, practically dripping sarcasm by the time she reaches the end. <br><br>The deep memory sections. She was still Phil there. If the EMP hadn't mussed up their plan though, she might have been totally over written in a couple more years. She had to admit, this was scary shit level cutting edge biotech.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 08:23:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes in <em>theory</em>... Not with what we have to hand though."<br><br>"We could dr-"<br>Booms cuts off her assistant. "We are not drilling holes in anybody's skull. Not even <em>yours</em>." She glowers. "Destroying the tech is the last resort, its core placement would probably put you in paraplegic or quad."<br><br>"We need better," Ronin says flatly. <br>Booms nods. "Yeah. And that could take days. If ever." She turns back to the girl taped to the chair. "Sorry. Nothing we can do for you now that won't leave you in a spinal actuator set at best."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 15:11:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well at least hook in a display link and fix my old implants so we can download the core code of the Sam persona. I might be able to create a filtration protcol and there are bound to be clues as to who did this." She looked around and added "And while being taped to a chair and at your mercy was one of my fantasies Boom the real thng is a bit unconfortable."<br><br>And of course she wouldn't be going back to the apartment now. Sam's life was pretty much done. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 00:07:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure. If you don't mind some back-alley brain surgery. Maybe we should get you an appointment with Li after hours tonight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 00:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Still need to find out some things." She says as she figets a little in the chair. "The who, what, when and why of all this." Her smile takes on a familiar cast, the 'I got a scheme' look of Screwdriver. "And how do we get even and rich off of it. I seriously want to take a chainsaw to the guy who did this, but the more I think about it, I was some radical 'proof of concept' project. Which means their biotech procedure works good enough to roll back my biological clock two decades and muck with the plumping enough that it took you looking for specific items for proof..that is biotech we can hock to someone for a LOT of cred."<br><br>She shifts again and sighs. "We done? Cause I'd love to be let loose, despite this being one of my old fantasies. You tying me down and all that I mean Boom, granted with a few minor edits to the situation now. I am guessing you're not going to want me wandering off though right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 04:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB and Ronin share a look as she explains her plan. <br><br>"Guess she does kinda sound like him," Ronin says quietly.<br>Booms shrugs. "Would make sense if you lingered, but isn't your new life gonna miss you? And seems it's the kind of new life that could find you if it did."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 04:52:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You suggesting I GO back?" She asks in surprise. Then stops and thinks about it. "Crap, to make the score, I'll need to won't I?" She sighs as she drum her still bound hands on the chair thoughtfully. <br><br>"I'll need someone who can be Sam's friend to come in and get me." She looks to Ronin and sighs. "That can't be you.." She looks to Boom. "And you seriously need to clean up to appeal to Sam's tastes in fashion."<br>Part of her smirked at that. She would enjoy watching Boom twist a bit, but outwardly she looked 'oh so' innocent as she continued.<br><br>"So, we got to get you dressed in a way that folks would buy you're one of Sam's 'gal pals.' Maybe someone from highschool she just got back in touch with?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 05:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB rolls her eyes at the idea. "Gahhd, whatever. We better come out of this creepy shit millionaires. Because walking into Little Miss Stepford's life is not my idea of wacky fun time."<br><br>"She's right, though," Ronin says flatly.<br><br>"... I hate you." She sighs deeply. "Okay, when we got to do that? Please keep it minimal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 05:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugs. "No time like the present, and clearly Sam likes to shop." She looks pointedly at her restrained arms. "So..we going to let me out or can everyone but boom leave so the rest of that fantasy can start?" A little bit of Screwdriver humor to show that she's not all Sam.<br><br>"Of course I don't see any whipped cream around, so I figure we better let me loose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 05:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ucch." Booms puts the blindfold back on, cuts the tape off and uses what's left to stick her hands together, and Ronin marches her back to the van. <br><br>After five minutes inside, the blindfold comes off. BB glowers at her. <br><br>"Okay dollparts. I go missing, I've got an internal tracer. I am not intending to end up like you."<br><br>"Apparently we have two hours and change before you have lunch with one of your sorority sisters. So..." She wrinkles up her nose... "... let's go shopping."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 05:38:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You, my dear, are no fun." She say with a coy pout. Part of her was kicking herself for not getting a tracer implanted, but then..she would have most likely wound up the same. She looks BoomBoom over spectatively as she lets her 'Sam' side figure how to dress the attactive but 'boyish' BoomBoom. <br><br>"Right.." She gives the address of one of the stores she had gone to the day before. Time to kit Boom up and get her ready to meet her friends. "Got an ID you want to be in to meet the girls? And try and mellow a little."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 06:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't mellow very well," she replies with a pointedly false smile. Then she sighs, shakes her head, opens her holdall and finds a small wallet. <br><br>"This'll do. Fake college ID for getting into libraries and campus facilities. And getting a third off at the movies."<br><br>A placidly smiling version of her, claiming to be a 20-year-old Chemistry student named Elaine Chen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 06:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You used to." She says as they pull up to the boutique in question. Of course she also had a new girl on her arm every week, she reminded herself as she led the way into the store. She pulled up her 'Sam' act and set to work. <br><br>"Hi! Remember me? We were a HIT with those outfits, I need something a little more.." she nods to the beauty beside her. "HER. Something that says 'I'm hot!'"She replayed the club encounter as she pointed out a leather outfit and boots that would be perfect for her. She hadn't seen her doing the usual 'skirt chase' bit that BoomBoom always did. And the only time she got this grumpy and testy was when she had been in solitary for nearly 6 weeks with no girls to play with. <br><br>Great, Boom isn't banging someone, that can't be good. The girl ALWAYS has explosives and when she blows her top it redefines 'explosive anger episode.' She let the 'Sam' impulses grab underwear, hose, shoes and such as she pushed Boom to the back room to dress.<br><br>As soon as they step in she hands the whole pile to BoomBoom to keep her off balance as she asks the next question.<br><br>"Boom, when is the last time you got laid?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms smiles perkily to the assistant as 'Sam' leads her through.<br><br>She blinks at the question, looking at the pile of clothes she's now holding. "Thirteen days. Which isn't any of your business," she says as she dumps the clothes on the cubicle bench and irritably kicks off her boots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shit, who have you killed by now?" She asks with a smirk. "Given you used to complain when you didn't get action in five." She eyes BoomBoom with an appraising look, picking up on cues that made her change her body language and lean against the doorway in a way that high lighted her figure. "You get 'grumpy' when you don't get action. You're the leader now BoomBoom, you aren't allowed to get grumpy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 03:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"People grow up. People calm down. Well, in some cases, in others people get worse and end up in slams or on slabs." B looks her up and down as she shifts. "Why, you offering to help me get less grumpy now, toy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 03:22:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's the name," She says with a smile and a wagging finger. "And I'm still fast enough to take you in a fight Boom, I don't rely on strength like Ronin does thank god." She feels something shift in her outlook as she moves up closer to the other woman. <br><br>"Well let's do the math. You like women a lot." She licks her lips and instinctively makes note of all the tale-tells that Boom is giving off. Her eyes moving over her figure, the short breaths she's taking to control herself, and the way BoomBoom's eyes never quite meet her own. Things PHIL didn't know, but that Sam did. Programming or instinct, who could tell? Her body responded, her body language changed to ease the distress and confusion the other woman was giving off, her voice went a bit husky and her scent changed in barely perceptable ways as she reacted to the other woman. <br><br>"Tell me Boom, is it the fact that I'm Phil as a woman, or that this woman is all that is left of Phil that is so hard for you to handle?" She purrs as she gets in close to the other woman. Phil was in the seat, but he was driving by Sam's directions, though she wasn't aware of it.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 03:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I liked Phil a lot. He was a good partner. And... you don't bang your partner... Or her sister, or daughter, or whatever the fuck you are of him." But she catches her breath and licks her lips even as she says this. <br><br>"Besides..." She leans forwards, putting her on the back foot. "You should know I'm the top." She pressed her lips to Samantha's. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 03:41:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then get off your ass and take charge, BITCH." She says as she breaks the kiss long enough to get her turned around let Boom push her against the wall. "Damn, I have to do everything but flash you and take out an ad."<br><br>Phil's processes were on getting with the woman she had loved, Sam's..were more primal. She, the Samantha part, was fixed on one person for the most part. Michael. But she wasn't all Sam anymore, and that focus for the part that had bled over on Phil had locked on to BoomBoom. "And you've banged partners before. I remember let's see.. Cherise, Lexie, Wallflower, and.." She figured if she kept throwing out names that Boom would take charge to shut her up. She wasn't realizing how much of her actions were directed by the bio-soft implants, or even cared if she had. She had wanted this for years.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:39:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only bitch I see here is you, girl," Booms says, licking her lips as she starts to undo her skirt. <br><br>"And I never did it with Wallflower, she just <em>wishes</em> I did," she says as she slips her fingers inside Samantha's panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see a lot of talk, woman.." She pulls her in for another kiss, while sliding a hand down to fiddle with Boom's outfit. "not so Topping though.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Easy for a little doll like you to say," Booms replies quietly as she starts to finger Samantha.<br><br>Tiny shocks of pleasure run through her sensitive female body.<br><br>"That more like it?" BB asks with a mischievous smile as she ever-so-gently strokes Samantha's clitoris.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah.." she gasps as she clings against the woman playing with her body like an expert. Lost in the moment she moans quietly as she rides the rush of pleasure as implants in her body increase her sensitivity to points that a normal woman could never expect. Muscles she didn't even know she had clamped down tight as she kissed BB again, hungry for more as she slides a hand up the other woman's shirt to cup her breast and feel the beat of her heart under her hand. "Harder...faster.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms smiles as she strokes Samantha's inner walls, feeling them flex as she fingers her. "Yeah..." She breathes quickly, showing her excitement as well. "Scream for me, girl..." She slides further in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 01:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phil's mind is awash with senstation as BB works her body to a peak. She responds to the stimulation the other woman is giving her, shifting so that BB has her pushed against a wall. The part of her that is 'Sam' responds with the desires and needs of the part of her that is still Phil, and with a mental 'click' a circuit is closed as her bleedover hits a critical point. Phil moans as she feels her body build to a critical 'mass' and start to collect itself as it reaches a peak, one that will make her BB's totally.<br><br>"Yess..." She half moans/half screams, not a totally alien sound in the boutique, and part of her is forever pushed past a balance point. Never again could she see her self as a male, or want to. She was woman, and she was BoomBooms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 01:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she shivers, Booms pulls her closer with her free hand, and silences her moans with a kiss. She slips her hand out, massaging Samantha's inner walls as she goes, finally stroking the moist outside as she continues to kiss her. After a moment that seems to linger but never be enough, she leans back and smiles.<br><br>"So. Who's in charge, girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 02:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She doesn't even bother to think about it. Boom is her everything. She wants anything to please her, to be granted fulfillment. She licks her lips as she meets the other woman's eyes. <br><br>"You are.." She says as she feels complete for saying it. The parts of Sam that she most feared were no longer scary, she embraced them now. Being BoomBoom's made her feel whole for once. "You've always been .."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 02:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BoomBoom smiles and nods. "You really are the best toy ever," she whispers back and kisses her again. <br><br>"Now, let's get me pretty so we can meet your friends, before sending you back to your man." She smirks as she looks at her with hooded eyes, slowing her breathing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 03:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouts, cutely but still a pout, as she nods. "Of course, Boom, but I hope you'll want me to be with you..after this is done." Part of her hungered for more, but she knew that she wouldn't push it. Boom wanted to do the lunch date thing. <br><br>Not that she cared much herself, but she felt she knew more about the girls now. Like by taking part of Sam's personality as her own she had gained some measure of control over Sam's memories. Of course, she still didn't recall everything.<br><br>And of course she was curious to experience Micheal, but he could never measure up to Boom now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 03:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That depends who you are when the pieces fall," she says with a faint, honest smile. "If you look like this and react like that, I might be tempted to keep you," she adds with a wicked smirk.<br><br>She slips into a tight black lace dress (http://www.hollywood-celebrity-pictures.com/Celebrities/Kristin-Kreuk/Kristin-Kreuk-6.JPG) and slings her chem-leather jacket on top. <br><br>"Want to fix my hair and makeup, princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 03:48:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that much is pretty resolved.." She blushes. "You..triggered something.. I think I got most of Sam now..but as much as she was Micheals..I'm yours.." She says as she works as she is instructed, her hands flowing back and forth with remarkable ease now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 04:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB smirks, even as Samantha's slim hands expertly apply a flattering shade of lipgloss. <br><br>She pats her hair slightly as she checks her reflection. "Well, you can always become a beautician."<br><br>She kisses her cheek. "Come on, Sammi, let's go meet your college buddies."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 05:15:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.." she says with a smile, her face lighting up as she takes the compliment. "I hope you won't be too bored." She adds a little info on each as she leads her to the taxi, a bounce in her step as she realizes she has a bit more access to Sam's memories and still knows all that Phil knew. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 05:28:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB watches her, fascinated, as she instinctively becomes this other girl. She smirks as she gets into the taxi and buckles up, crossing her legs like Sammi does.<br><br>The feeds report another corporate skirmish, a celeb split and that show with the girl and the dogs again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 05:59:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Sam' smiles and leans her head against BB for a bit, till they get closer to the resturant where the girls are waiting. <br><br>"So, friend from high school huh?" She smiles. "And I'm doing my duity to save you from your fashion sense and lack of fun?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:34:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like, don't overdo it," she says wrinkling her nose then smirking.<br><br>Cally (Williams) and Dee (Chao, home addresses in her memory as well now) are lounging around the TexMex when the taxi arrives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 15:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.." Her eyes take on an impish shine as she mirrors BB's tone and language. "But.. like.. I'll be needing a deck and stuff to help out now right?" <br><br>She chuckles as she cuts out her 'cutesy girlfriend' act. Not that it was much of an ACT she realized, but at least she had chosen who she was a girlfriend to. Slipping back into full 'Sam' mode she pulled BB into the resturant and sat down.<br><br>"Hey girls, I found an old friend of mine from High School. Guys, this is Elaine..Elaine, meet the girls, I'll let them introduce themselves. I'm showing her where everything hawt an chic is, since she hasn't had her sense of fashion surgically implanted yet." Like hers was, she thought wryly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 00:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I went for the interface plugs so I could drive instead," Booms said in a 'what was I thinking?' way.<br><br>"Cally," said the girl in pink and white pigtails, shaking her hand. <br>"Dee," said the other. <br><br>"So, how long have you guys known each other?" Cally asks. "Was she all alt back then, or do you have secret photos of her as a cheerleader?"<br>BB smirks and looks sidelong at Sammi. "Sadly no. She was on the gym team, but that's not half as funny."<br>Cally grins. "Well, it's something. So what you eating?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 00:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All pictures of me in anything less than my current hawt fashionable garb are long since destroyed." She says with a grin as she leads the way in "I'm thinking something hot and spicy, with a nice cold beer on the side."<br><br>It was a lot easier to run the scam of being the 'real' Sam now that her memory started putting cues up during converstation. She wasn't completely clued in on the Sam gig, but she could definitely pull it off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 01:22:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bet she'd pose for pics as a cheerleader if Michael bought her the uniform," Dee giggles. "Hey, 've you met her prince charming?"<br>"Can't say I have," Booms replies. "Though I do have an ex who tried to get me in a schoolgirl outfit..."<br>"Just one? You poor deprived child." Cally laughs wickedly, toying with one of her pigtails.<br>BB shakes her head and smirks. "Only if Sammi goes first..."<br><br>A waiter who looks more Tex than Mex greets them, handing them bioplastic menus with the day's specials in the programmable panel at the top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 07:10:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It would take a lot of persusasion to get me in a cheerleader outfit." Sam says with a grin, certain that BB could do it. "But I'm sure the pay off would be worth it in the end." She adds with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 18:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, prob'ly not <em>that</em> much," Cally says with a sly little laugh. She starts tapping the select boxes on her menu, making ticks appear next to what she wants. Dee's fingers hover over hers as she thinks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 19:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods as she taps in her own order, going with&nbsp; a 'change' (for Sam anyway) and picking out a beef dish instead of the usual chicken version 'she' gets.<br><br>"So, guys how do you think my girl's new look is? She was in just jeans and a blouse when we got together.." She smiles as she considers what the girls would do to Boom's wardrobe with an opening like that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:17:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally giggles. "Oh, don't let her get all MyScene Barbie on you. She'll torch your whole wardrobe if you let her."<br>"But <em>do</em> let her buy you things," Dee adds with a grin.<br>BB chuckles. "Well, this is just for going out. I didn't pack a lot of going out stuff."<br><br>She sounds more like the relaxed, casual girl Phil knew a year ago than the edgy, suspicious woman Sam found last night.<br><br>"Anyway, we're fooding and... seeing some kind of movie thing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I figured we'd let the new girl pick." She grins to BB, "as I recalled she liked on 20th classics. Heist movies, action thrillers and such." She knew that BB and Phil liked the old stuff, and she found that it was an interesting change for 'Sam' that seemed to appeal.<br><br>Nice to see not all of her choices in life came from Sam's data files now that she was assimliating her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:59:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could do that," BB nods. "But I'm up for whatever. Since there are no guys here we need to impress we could go totally chick flick." She glances at Samantha as she smirks. "There's nothing in the Cute Vampire Boy genre out is there? Sammi always used to dig on that."<br>Cally looks at her phone for data. "Not really. 1970s period horror from France?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:16:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah, I outgrew those." She says with a grin. BB was playing games that was new, but kind of fun. Not as much fun as the changing room had been, but still fun.<br><br>"Let's go with something that has action, and lots of hot bodies in it. Maybe we can find a new look for Elaine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:42:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I already got a new look," she smirks. <br>"The new Wanderer then? Cute space adventurers."<br>"I'm in for cute space adventurers," Dee agrees. "Anyway... nachos. Like you all aren't sugarhyped enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 07:09:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See what I got to work with? We need a fashion sense implant stat!" Sam says with a grin and a chuckle. A little bit of relief at that. Sam wasn't a giggler, she thought with a silent thanks to god.<br><br>"But movie first.. I can work on her sense of humor alone, don't want her to feel threatened. We'll hold off on the Fashion Safari another day..once I get her acclimatized." Not to mention another tumble in the changing room she added silently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB rolls her eyes melodramatically.<br><br>The food arrives, and the girls start piling and popping chips.<br><br>Dee drops one and wipes the salsa off her PVC skirt casually.<br><br>"Ahh, I see why you all like the shiny plastic clothes... wipe-clean." BB grins wickedly, then Cally, Dee... and Samantha... giggle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yeah, and it draws the eye in to appreciate the goods." Sam says drawing a breath in that high lights certain parts of her 'body' that she knows BB appreciates.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not that you need to," Cally smirks, "your goods are already leased pending a permanent sale."<br>Booms arches an eyebrow. "You mean...?"<br>"Oh yeah, future cover star of Goth Bride Quarterly, this one." Cally grins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:06:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Assuming he ever asks and abides by the rules." not that she wasn't curious, but thebig focusfor her libido was BB now. If she had done the mysterious Micheal maybe he'd be the one that got her wet. <br><br>Another issue was the question of his involvement in her reicarnation as Samantha. If he was? Well she doubted his long term options. She would feel bad maybe but there was enoughPhil left that she wanted bloody vengence.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:23:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Girl, you've had the dress picked since you were three," BB says with a wicked laugh, watching her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 15:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe I have, but that's the way I'm wired." She conceeded as she put out her chest and posed as if she were already wearing a tight corset. Hamming it up for the girls and teasing BB at the same time. Boom might be the 'boss' in the relatinship but she knew how to get her engine revving. The perk of being a playbeing she figured.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 04:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms chuckles, shaking her head as she does. Cally smirks, Dee giggles even as she tries to look disapproving.<br><br>"And the bridesmaids' dresses, and the church, and the band..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 04:36:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We will have to see." She says with a laugh, wondering what sort of look BB would go for. She doubted that she would do the white fluffy dress bit. <br><br>"So did you girls find a date? I can tell Emily has someone on the side, she has this sparkle in her eye. Don't ask though she never kisses and tells." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 06:16:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maaaaybe," Dee says. "Hasn't called me yet."<br>"It's the next <em>day</em>," Cally reminds her.<br>"Life moves fast," Dee shrugs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 06:27:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What about you Elaine. I know you don't tell names but did you have fun with you latest conquest ?"<br><br>She hoped so. Truth be told she had been trying to find a way to blow off the lunch and movie thing but BB seemed pretty intent on it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 14:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yeah, it's always nice to conquer new territory." She grins wickedly, then opens wide to take in a heavily-laden tortilla with a wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 14:36:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Staking a claim huh?" She asks back as she digs into into her own tortilla. She considered a quick bit of footsie, but she didn't want to go too far too fast. Better to let BB take a little bit of lead in this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 15:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I do like a one-woman man. Of course, if he was here he'd probably be looking at <em>your</em> boobs." BB smirks.<br>"You do have lookatable boobs," Cally agrees with a grin. "Bitch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 16:27:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fair enough, but the boobs aren't that big a deal. I was just given the full option package." She says with a laugh as she poses to give the girls (and BB) a good view of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 01:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Showoff," Cally smirks as she finishes the last of her sour cream.<br>"Tease," Dee suggests.<br>"Flirt," Booms adds.<br>"Well, neither of us can talk there either," Cally points out and she and Dee start giggling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 04:10:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam grins as she taps a dollop of her sour cream and licks it off her finger in a slow and very 'meaningful' way. One way to the girls, and definitely a certain way to BB.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tart." Cally laughs and shakes her head. Dee just giggles. <br>Booms watches all this with an expression of amused bemusement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's the way I'm wired."Sam says with a chuckle as she pays for lunch. "So, movie now? Or do we help our fashion challenged friend?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone should check under the hood," Dee smirks. <br><br>Booms looks at her watch. "Movie. Y'all agreed to movie, and you can make me wear inappropriate things just fine later on."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:36:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're no fun." Sam teases as she adds in a tip and gets up. "You girls want to pile into the same cab?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 14:58:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB shrugs with her eyebrows. "I'm a chemistry student, I'm supposed to be no fun. They don't let fun people do chemistry any more, it leads to the creation of LSD."<br><br>Dee hurries up with her Coke, pausing to laugh. <br><br>"Let's pile," Cally nods.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tut tut.. people not getting fun leads to the creation of prozac." Sam says with a chuckle as she loops her arm in with Boom's. "I still says we need to get her into something leather or pvc, preferablly a corsert and a pair of hawt boots."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perv," she replies with a dirty laugh. "Maybe if you agree to do the cheerleader uniform," she adds with a wink and a smirk.<br><br>Cally takes Samantha's other arm, and Dee take's Cally's hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Later perhaps." Sam says, her eyes sparkling. She knew that Boom liked costumes on her girls. Perhaps that would be just what she would try it out for her later. She was sure she could find a suitable one if she looked hard enough. <br><br>"Now we get the movie thing going as she flags a cab and motions for the girls to get in, making sure to sit between Boom and the door.If Boom was up to anything naughty, and she hoped she was, it would make it easier for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:42:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally and Dee sit opposite.<br><br>"So, like, how long have you guys known each other anyways?" Dee asks. "Cuz you're the first friend from pre-college we've met."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh seems like forever." She says with a grin. "I was ALWAYS bailing her out of trouble. Not many other friends, I was a bit of a wallflower till these grew in" Her hands cup the breasts that seem to be their favorite feature of hers. <br><br>"I went from nobody to the HAWTY I'm am now. Not many folks would recognize me these days though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:56:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cupping her breasts, of course, feels good.<br><br>"The blood red hair would be a factor," Booms adds as Samantha's story starts to veer towards truth. "It was like jet black at the prom."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 16:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well it just didn't seem to be me." She grinned as she felt her body stir, from being close to Boom and her 'playing around'. Seemed to be her natural state now that she was more assimilated and at ease with what her body was like now. <br><br>"Besides, prom was boring. These babies weren't around, and I didn't draw any attention at all from the guys at school." Granted HER prom was over 2 decades back and naturally no guy was interested in Phil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 18:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought you looked pretty cute in that big silver satin number," BB smirks.<br>"Always a princess," Cally nods.<br><br>The taxi moves through the lunchtime traffic. The feeds onscreen bwteen Cally and Dee show news of a strike supposedly by Dorn agents against a Biophysique autofactory upstate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 18:47:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Got to decide what outfit you want me in more." She teases back as she takes in the news "Wont be seeing my man today or tomorrow then. Lots of spin control to be done now." She says with a nod to the feed. <br><br>Definitely a chance to do some digging at the apartment and she knew BB would pick up that. Not to mention, the newly awakened playbeing impusles noted, a chance for more protracted fun with BB. She toyed with her hair as she cosidered her options. The girls had plans after the movie but she didn't. Maybe it was time to dig around Micheal's files and install a few back up items in the apartment. A gun, some tools and the right sort of Street chic armor came to mind. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 00:53:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wish I had a guy look after me like that," Dee sighs mock-wistfully. Although she is genuinely jealous of Samantha's security.<br>"Rather have a guy who comes back to me at night," Cally replies with a dity little laugh.<br><br>BB nods slightly. "A guy of any type would be nice," she adds with a smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 01:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure you girls will find someone right." Sam grins to BB. "You had this one guy after you, Phil right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grimaces. "Seems like a long time ago." She shakes her head and pats Samantha's leg, at the hem of her skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:03:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll catch up with old times and folks like that later okay?" She says as the taxi pulls up to the theater. "After all, Dee has classes this afternoon and I'm sure that Cally has another shot at her boy to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:10:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Righto," she nods.<br><br>The cab driver smiles appreciatively at the tip, and at the girls getting out of his cab.<br><br>The Dome is the biggest major-player cinema in the city, twenty IMAX 2 screens among eighty-gazillion other things to see and do, Vegas-quality lightshow ceiling and all. But even here they have college-age boys and girls selling tickets and refreshments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:19:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slips back into 'Sam-mode' though part of her old insticts are back as she takes in the area around her. She bought something to drink and a box of hard candy to suck on. Clearly someone, she figured wryly to herself, wanted her to have a serious oral fixation.<br><br>She settled down beside BB and enjoyed the movie with her friends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 04:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy selling tickets smiles at her and says "it's a good one, enjoy..." as she says where they're going.<br><br>Walking through the promenade, the girls draw attracted and envious looks from many.<br><br>BB looks sidelong at her as she starts enjoying her candies.<br><br>Inside the screening room, phones and other noisemakers are silenced automatically by a cancel field, which also cuts down on a lot of audience sound.<br><br>Cally was not wrong, there are indeed some nice-looking boys and girls in the Wanderer starship crew. The way Carter runs his hands through Alla's hair as they kiss, before he runs out to face the enemy on the bridge between ship and station with his vac suit ripped...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 04:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam is a bit surprised that she is actually checking out the guys, though she finds some comfort in the fact that she is also checking out the girls. Not just for their outfits or hair, but that was part of it. <br><br>All in all the movie was enjoyable and she looked to the girls as it ended. <br><br>"Alright Cally, it was a good one." She admits as she walks out with them. "Want me to get you a seperate cab?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 06:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally waves the suggestion off. "Oh, we are ladies of independent means, we can totally afford ten bucks between us to get back to campus." She kisses Samantha's cheeks. "Hook up tomorrow, do the shop?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 06:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll see.. I'll text you guys okay?" Sam says as she puts them in their cab and waves down for herself and BB. "So, we case the boyfriend's accounts now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 11:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girls wave back as they head off.<br><br>"Sure," Booms nods, relaxing. "So, like, your friends are totally cool," she adds in a Valley Girl accent, then looks more serious. "They have no idea that you're not what you look like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 16:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Totally." Sam agrees with the same accent before talking more normally. "They know Samantha. Graphics Arts student with a thing for clothing and totally superficial. That I'm not her, but Sam.. who shares some of her traits but is more interested in her 'high school friend' Elaine and knows how to break computer security like the hacker she used to be?"<br><br>She shook her head and sat back in her seat for a while. She doubted the synthetic personality was coming back, it felt like she had assimilated too much of it to maintain it's stability. She wasn't Phil anymore, but she wasn't Samantha. <br><br>She was Sam, a mix of the two.<br><br>"So..which outfit you want to see more? The prom dress or cheerleader outfit? And what are you willing to do to see it?" She teases as she gets in the cab for them and gives the address back to the apartment. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 16:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Depends what you've got in your wardrobe... but dressing you up as a princess is more of a change. I want to see just how girly you are now." BB smiles wickedly. <br><br>She sits beside her as the cab pulls away from the kerb.<br><br>"As for what I'm willing to do... all I have to do is ask. Or order."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 16:49:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And what is.. 'mistress's' orders?" Sam says with a grin. Part of her was a bit startled at the change in the dynamic with BB, but she knew with the assimilation of Samantha she had lost part of that leadership drive that she had as Phil. She was still as smart and savy as ever, but she wasn't a leader. A planner yes, leader no.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll find out once we get you home," Booms replies with a haughty, imperioud little smile.<br><br>Mid-afternoon traffic is light.<br><br>Now clear of the silencing field, Sam's phone beeps to inform her of a new voicemail from Michael.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sighs as she opens phone and starts the voicemail.<br><br>"Her master's voice." she says with a shrug. Shame that Samantha wasn't around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hiya, princess. I'm sorry, looks like we can't go out tonight, I'll be at work till late. See you sometime around ten - I'll call if there's any change. Love you."<br><br>She feels her heart skip a beat as she hears him say he loves her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:27:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoa..there is still some appeal." Sam says as she clicks it off. "I wonder if he knows who I was." <br><br>She looks back to BB, and her body gets a similar rush at the thought of letting BB take charge. Definitely shifted in her tastes, that was for sure. The apartment building came into view. She paid the fare as she gets out and holds the door for BB, somehow knowing that she was allowed to at least do that sort of thing.<br><br>"So," she says as she leads the way up to the apartment. "Think we need to get into the system and find out who set me up with my 'boy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:44:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB's eyes narrow as she overhears, the she shrugs slightly. "I'd guess so. Be kinda hard not to, wouldn't it? 'Less your makers handed you over sight-unseen."<br><br>The driver thanks her with a smile, watching them both get out.<br><br>Booms nodded to her question as they entered the Benedict.<br><br>The afternoon-to-evening receptionist was at the front desk. "Good afternoon, Miss Phillips," she said with a cheerful smile for them both.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:50:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi." She says in her 'Sam' perkiness. She leads the way into the elevator and pulls out her term, turning on a noise generator program that would fox the security monitors. <br><br>"So, you're not happy with the whole Michael thing either huh?" She asks as she watches the elevator run up. "What do you want me to do boss?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 18:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB doesn't comment on being called 'boss'. "We should find out who he is, for starters. Do you have any photos of him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 18:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some I think." She says as the elevator opens and leads the way to the apartment. She motioned towards the bedroom. "In there, and you can check out my wardrobe you've been asking about Boom. I'll bomb security system and start working on his system."<br><br>She pulled a length of cable from her purse as she reached around to the back of her skull and pulled free the dermal plug. She stepped into the office and smiled as she took in the terminal on the desk, tapping in a command to turn down the security system to standby. No recording occuring. She sat down and looked over the terminal, clearly Michael wasn't a plug head since there was a keyboard and 'trode crown sitting by it, but it was a model with a plug link. <br><br>She slid the plug into the terminal and sat back. Wondering if she'd be as turned on and horny as she had been as Phil when she was done as she ran a finger over the terminal and punched in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 19:29:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms nods and walks into the bedroom. "Wow, this is <em>nice</em>. All this just for a sexchange and brain rewiring? You totally scored on <em>that</em> deal..."<br><br>As the screen stretches up from its base, she sees Samantha in Michael's arms as the wallpaper image. It was New Year, he kissed her at midnight... she remembers the kiss as clearly as the photo.<br><br>Then the net comes into focus around her, overlaying Michael's real office space with relevant icons - his filing cabinet with datafiles, the photo of her on the desk with images, his landline phone with calls and emails, the computer itself with web connect.<br><br>And her neck aches slightly, where the plug was implanted just a few days ago.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 19:45:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I like to think that it had some benefits." She says recalling how awesome the changing room at the boutique had been. She felt her body rouse at the memory of that.<br><br>"Yeah, still get horny jacked in." Sam says as she spreads her virtual hands and starts writing code on the fly. She threw together a scanner routine to look for ties to 'Samantha' and when they started. Then looking for who might be tied to her appearance in Michael's life. And mining for data that would allow her further into his company. <br><br>Idly, she wondered as she scanned though the files and data, if Boom had ever done it in cyber. She had plugs and had surely heard of it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 00:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first entry was logged as July 22nd last year... nine weeks after Philip was kidnapped. <br><br>"Date w/ Samantha, Friday."<br><br>More dates, next weekend, then midweek. "Samantha moving in" in September, shortly before the school year started. And a month after that "meet Samantha's father - nervous, nervous..." <br><br>And there were photos as well. First a phonecam shot of them together in the back of a taxi, then more snaps of them together, then her posing nude for him in the bedroom...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 00:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam thinks on 'dad' as she looks around for clues on locations where he might have been. Sends a message to BB as she works. <br><br>'Samantha's first 'date' was 9 weeks after Phil vanished, looking for info on 'dad'. Apparently Micheal met him." Then she starts digging deeper into her past, looking for clues on the net as she dives in deeper to the data flow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 01:03:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This subsearch brings up a photo of her, dressed fairly demurely in a black cocktail dress, with a handsome middle-aged man's arm around her waist. Seeing it brings up recorded memories of checking her reflection as she straightens the hem of the dress - she can feel her silk underwear underneath it - of a skycab ride to an expensive restaurant, and being happy to see Daddy.<br><br>All memories connect this man with positive associations as her father.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 01:04:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam pipes that along as she uses it to backtrack to her 'history' as Samantha. Adding the picture to what she's sending BB she wonders if she was used to replace an actual Samantha or was this more of the the same 'backstory' that she was suspecting.<br><br>She had to appreciate the work and detail put in either way. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 01:10:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Any memories she might have before July have nothing to connect to here, nothing to trigger them. But she feels like she's always known Samantha's father. Carl Phillips. He must exist, but who is he? Is her surname being a derivative of her male name a coincidence, or is this all a fakeout? And is Michael in on it? Nothing he's logged suggests he is...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 01:12:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She dove deeper into the net, using the terminal as a starting point. Hacking to back track her actual data trail, to see where it started. This was the easy part. Adding in 'daddy's' name to the mix wasn't that hard. She was hoping that something would kick up from the family search as she added more and more links to the search.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 07:14:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daddy runs an independent brokerage firm, which he put together two years ago after time at ExTel. It has its own feedsite, employs twenty people who all seem to exist. His official bio lists him as a widower with one daughter, then goes on to talk about his involvement with various cancer charities. <br><br>If there are hacks in the data, they're clean and untraceable, no telltale signs that a data cowboy... cowgirl could spot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 07:38:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wove code together to make a data miner, looking to see how far back 'Samantha Phillips' goes in the 'real history' and routing the data to one of her data feeds before logging out. <br><br>Awareness of her body as she wiped all trace of the terminal's use, she smiled as she felt her body's hints of arousal. At least somethings were the same, she mused as she went looking for Boom. Hopefully she'd be in a frame of mind to help her with that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:20:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha has everything one might expect - if it's a "jacket", a false ID, it's a very well-made one. She even had a weblog, starting at age thirteen, although it only has frequent pictures of her or any sound logs from eighteen onwards. <br><br>Apparently she met Cally and Dee, and some other friends named Tera, Marty and Simon in mid-August, by which time she'd been on two dates with Michael. The others are out of town for the summer. Marty asked her out at the Christmas party, but she'd already decided to move in with Michael by then.<br><br>And there she is on her eighteenth birthday, blowing out a single candle on a cake in a nice restaurant, with her father's arm around her. "New cam, w/sound! Daddy insisted on being in the first picture." There's even an explanation for the lack of soundfiles or many pictures before she was eighteen... but there are some pictures, as well as a substantial password-protected diary. Who <em>is</em> she?<br><br>...<br><br>Booms looks over from the closet as she hears the door open. "Looks to my untrained eye like you're a real live girl," she says with a half-smile. "Lotta work for a jacket."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:28:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Serious amounts of work." She says as she sits on the bed in an intentionally provactive pose. "Samantha has a history, weblog all the way back to 13 BUT nothing photographed or videoed before the last year or so."<br><br>She lays out what she knows, while watching Boom work though her closet. "'Daddy' has to know something, or things are even wilder than I thought. I mean, I get the bodysculpt. Hell I can even seen massive tissue replant but could it REALLY be possible to transplant just a brain into a new body?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:18:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms smirks at her pose, letting her gaze linger.<br><br>"Sure, in theory. You can put a braincase and spinal into a borg, so an available meat body would probably be easier aside from not being able to use the skull. But what's the point? The stories are usually about rich old people havng fit young bodies cloned, or stolen. You've got a fit young body alright, but the brain doesn't match profile. And why give you a new personality?"<br><br>She looks back at the closet. "A really naughty new personality."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:23:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're still missing some details." She says as she leans forward a bit to flash Boom. "There is something going on that we're missing. I got more names to mine out, 'Daddy' the girls and another potential boyfriend. Who would do this." <br><br>She thinks on things a few moments, trying to keep her own 'hungers' under control as she considers&nbsp; what she knows. "How many people would be pissed off enough to do something like this to me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:38:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				BB arches an eyebrow at the flash.<br><br>"Not many. Not many that could find you... Of course, maybe they thought they were doing you a favour." She smirks. "You do seem to like it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:45:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"True.. now how many of them would make me into the type of girl who is into this kink?" She says as she motions over the outfit she's wearing. "And what do you expect? They were pumping in a high gain stim-sim signal into my grey matter for over a year. The emp broke it, but it has had some effect. Yeah, I'm more girl than guy, and it bothers me a hell of a lot less than I would like it to but it beats being dead."<br><br>She grins as she runs her hands over her body, hamming it up for Boom. "Of course my Dom girlfriend is just standing there teasing me insteading of conforting me. So I'm not too comfortable at the moment." She adds with a playful pout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:51:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"None that I know of, but I never read their psychosexual profiles. And that isn't kinky. Not compared to some of the stuff in here which you'll be modelling for me soon."<br><br>She frowns slightly at the description of how 'Sam' thinks. "Well... I gotta say I'm having a hard time reconciling." She bites her lip. "Sorry. It's weird..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 05:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam gets up and walks over to Boom with a saucy motion to her step. She tilts Boom's face up to hers and kisses her. She lingers over the kiss for a moment as she backs Boom against her closet door before moving down to nibble on Boom's ear. <br><br>"You know for a Dom, you sure aren't telling me what to do Boom. I NEED you. You are my TOP you silly bitch, I would rather have someone I chose than someone they might have 'programmed' me for. And I know you enjoyed using me.." She smiles wickedly as she undoes Boom's top. "You sure you're a Dom Boom? Is that what poor Phil was wrong about? Do you want me to cuff you on the bed and do what is going though my mind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 05:37:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms returns the kiss, fully and deeply, putting her hands on Sam's waist and starting to lift up her top. <br><br>She pauses as she mentions Phil, though, and the frown returns. <br><br>"I do want you... and I know you want me. But how much of that is you, and how much is the program? I... I don't know who you really are. And neither do you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 05:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Help me be SAM and not Samantha." She purrs as she slides a hand into Boom's pants to undo the clasp. "I can be someone of my own definition. The program would want me to be Michael's girl. We need to get the biosofts out of my head don't we?"<br><br>Hands skilled and deft work the pants open and work the buttons of her top. "Didn't answer my question Boom, you sure you want to be the boy in this relationship?" Her eyes twinkle in mischief.&nbsp; "Keep dragging your feet and I'll have to get you tattooed instead of you putting your trademark on my butt. Oh yeah, I know about the Boom Boom tattoo you put on your girls.. naughty naughty. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 05:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stop playing," Booms hisses, smiling slightly. "You're a toy, and you know it, <em>girl</em>." She kisses her, passionate and strong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 05:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Blah blah." Sam says as she keeps Boom pinned against the door and nibbles her ears. "You're still waffling BB, I don't think you want to be the Top here do you? Want me to do you, better tell me to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 12:37:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She answers by slipping a hand down the front of Samantha's skirt, just long enough to brush her clitoris - just long enough to loosen her grip. <br><br>Booms pushes herself off the wall and walks them both over to bed, setting Sam down on it.<br><br>Then she steps back and catches her breath. "You're not listening. And you're sure not <em>thinking. Samantha</em>." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 14:37:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				SAM blinks and takes a deep breath as she forces herself to step back a moment. <br><br>"Duh, you know I've always been a bit attacked to you BB, and I know you how I was after a good dive." She had the grace to blush. "and I confess that I'm not quite used to what net running did to this playbeing package I got. I've picked up enough of Samantha, that I'm not the take charge type anymore ..well aside from stuff like I just did anyway... Tell me what you need and I can plan it out." She looks a bit embarrassed. <br><br>"You got to keep me in hand you know.. least till I got a better hand on my impulses." She grinned at that. "So, BB, since you don't want to break me in again.. what do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 14:50:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms keeps a wary eye on her as she seems to relax, even blush. <br><br>"Guess I want to go research your new daddy. Doesn't look like your boyfriend knows much if anything, but daddy has to since he's in your backstory. Probably best to check some things physically, get actual eyes on him and his location. Makes sense?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 14:56:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, and maybe mine for the 'other guy' that was in Samantha's life." She says getting up with a pout, not bothering to fix her outfit as she walks back in towards the deck in Michael's office. <br><br>"You know that I'm most likely going to be even hornier when I come out of this run right?" She asks as she fishes out her interface cable and sets down at the terminal. "And we still need to get the biosofts disconnected today right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 15:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Try and focus on the work, kitten," BB says with a thin smile as she starts to button up her pants. "Just consider it's your identity on the line, that should help you concentrate."<br><br>Attaching the cables gives her that ache again - new hardware with deep brusing all around the drill site.<br><br>And as he focus splits she can faintly hear BB in the other room, talking on the phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 15:15:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spins off a spider to go chasing down data on the new names as she links into the crippled security systems to over hear what Boom is saying. Curiosity and some vestigial survival instinct of Phil she tells herself as she loops in audio and turns to tracking down 'daddy' and the other guy who nearly won over Sam. <br><br>As she works, she adds in names of people she'd pissed off as Phil to the mix, both runner, fixer and corporate to see if they appear as possible tie ins to the names she's data mining over. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 18:40:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah. Carl Phillips, Phillips And Associates, want to eyeball him physically. because apparently he's her doting daddy, he's in the paper trail going back five years plus... No, I got no idea... Yeah, it seems like some of the time she's who she says, some of the time she's who she looks like... I dunno, even if she's a total rebuild based on his brainstem, we owe it to him to find out what happened... Yeah... No, I know... I dunno, maybe. Or maybe they wanted a hacker brain in deep cover. Seems a lot of work for perv revenge..."<br><br>The last of possibilities seemed thin. Mock went missing a few weeks after Phil did. His alleged turncoat middleman Closer went off the grid and retroactively deleted his entire existence. Mock's Dorn contact Kerson was laterally promoted to the Ukraine branch office around the same time. Snaps was in the slam for ten years. Flick, the ExTern fixer who brought that last job to Torchy, died under mysterious circumstances that sounded like Ronin cleaning up. Torchy herself wouldn't do this... would she?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 19:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mock definitely, she put him on the list. The problem was with Fixers, she mused, was they were always washing their background and with the shady gigs they brokered there wasn't a good chance of tying things to them. Still she spun the weaver and set it after Mock, Torchy and for clues to Closer. <br><br>She wove another program and sent a message to Boom on her phone. <br><br><em>Flicks death, someone we know cleaning up?</em><br><br>Then she dove in deep into the net, time to start working on tracking folks she could. The guys who snatched her were blanks, but she figured that someone must have spoofed the security systems around the buildings where she was taken.<br><br>A few commands and she was skimming around the block she was taken, looking for logs of the day she was taken. Video was most likely out of the question, but you could learn a lot from how the logs were altered. And most folks left some sort of 'signature'. She tried to avoid it herself, but that was in and of itself a 'sign'.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 22:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closer seems to have been ghosted entirely, Mock vanished as effectively as Screwdriver did...<br><br>And the CCTV for a square block around where he was snatched was ripped with the sort of sledgehammer efficiency that immediately suggests corporate sweatshop hackers. They probably weren't even in the country.<br><br>A chat window from 'Elaine Chen' opens up. <em>Yeah, tragic loss to humanity. Hope you didn't want to talk to him.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 22:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I'm assuming that our grumpy friend the Samurai? Mock has vanishes as throughly as Phil did. I'm assuming that he had something to do with it. The snatch has all the signs of a corporate job. Sweatshop hackers.</em> She responds as she turns to 'mining' the back ground of some of those close by her.<br><br>'Daddy' and 'Michael' go under the microscope, to see if they are cut outs like she was. Mock would LOVE having a girl like she was. Odds were he was getting something out of this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 23:00:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Mock's a yutz. Or was a yutz. Hey, maybe he pissed off the same people and now he's one of the girls in your sorority.</em><br><br>Michael Connolly, born October 1998, educated at Metropolitan, short misdemeanour record, one of a small admin staff for Bounce, one of Dorn's quasi-autonomous health and recreation drug brands in the city sprawl. Fast-tracked since interning during business school.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 23:12:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Someone gave me up. You have to admit this is the sort of twist he'd do to me. Boom the only other option is that Torchy did this to me. I'm not buying that , simply cause you and Ronin are alive. She doesn't do this by half measures.</em><br><br>She sets the 'spider' she coded up to start collecting data and testing the identities of her, or rather Samantha's, associates to look for gaps in their files or others with them. As she finally tapped out the spider and let it slide away into the net to search untracked. It would deposit results in a new email account. She backed out of the connection, cleaning up any trace of her ever having been used.<br><br>She jacked out and got up looking for Boom.<br><br>"I'm tapped for ideas, the data trail on my snatch site says corp. Short of hacking every store in the area, I don't think I'll find anything but sledge hammer traces. So, what is our move boss?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 02:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Boom clicks her phone shut as the door opens.<br><br>"Maybe he did give you up. Maybe he paid the price already. His having faded a year ago suggests he either got out or got got. We can make inquiries, but..." She gives a sinuous, oddly graceful shrug. "Your loving daddy is the best lead we got for now, so I have associates over his place with cams. Chances are it's not a run you can help with, being his little angel." She considers this for a moment. "Would position you perfectly to decoy him, though."<br><br>The building intercom chimes. <br><br>Booms narrows her eyes and starts assembling the one-shot taser in her purse disguised as a lipstick and a spare comp datacell.<br><br>The chime repeats. "Miss Phillips? We seem to be having some residual issues with some of the systems on your floor, the technicians will need access when they arrive if that's convenient."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 02:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not at the moment." She says into the intercom. "Right now isn't a good time, I'm in some rather delicate work. Creative juices flowing and all that." She looks to Boom and whispers to her quickly. "Tell me you got something else to share with me on that. And there are all sorts of goodies you can mix up with in the kitchen." She'd seen Boom disable a pair of guards with one of her remote caps and a bottle of tabasco once.<br><br>Furiously she tried to figure how things might have alerted someone. "Could they come back in about 2 hours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 02:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB shrugs. "I can probably find something..."<br><br>"Moment please." The intercom goes quiet for a few seconds. "At your convenience. Sorry to have disturbed you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 02:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." She says with a smile as she clicks it off. "Boom, time to get going I'm thinking. That was too big a coincidence for my liking how about you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 03:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Musta missed something killing the security. Something further down the line, maybe a physical tap with no net presence." She looks around. "So yeah, freshen up your lipstick and let's book."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 03:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods as she fixes her face with a quick glance to the mirror before collecting her bag. <br><br>"I tossed the old phone I had, all the tech here is new and bought at random, the purse and outfit is new as is the jewelry. I think it's time for Sam to go out for a few days. Any suggestions of anything else I should ditch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 10:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smoothing out her hair, retouching her mascara and lipstick feels entirely natural, as does being pleased with the results.<br><br>"If they've got tracers in your body we couldn't pick them up. Better use cash for anything out-of-character. Or within ten blocks of where we're hiding."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 15:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yay, Sam gets to live in a faraday cage for the next couple days while we try to make sure I don't have something transplanted in my cute ass." She says with a smirk. "I can spin up a disrupting routine for the cameras and I downloaded a map so that I can find a way out of the building without going through the front. The service entrances and all that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:04:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl," BB says with a faint smile. "Want to bring along any clothes, or planning to shop?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Got any preferences BB?" She says as she grabs her heavy bag from her last 'escape' attempt. "I know you've been checking things out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, this is tempting..." She pulls out a garment bag holding a white latex vamp dress. "And there are definitely things I'd like you to buy and try on..." Then she looks around, her expression more serious. "But we do need the inside track on Michael and Daddy Dearest. And if you vanish... someone's gonna ask questions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:39:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I.." She sighs. 'You want me to stay?" She paces back and forth nervously. "I want the biosoft linkage cut then. Or at least a cut out put in." She starts undressing and takes the vamp dress from her hand. "And I want you to buy those things for me.." <br><br>She smiles as she pulls on the outfit. "Maybe even help me develop a new look, red hair is getting old quick."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like it. Although you do have this," she says, retrieving a black bob wig as she watches her shimmy into the perfectly fitting dress, the black girdle belt automatically tightening to cinch her waist. <br><br>"Matches these," she says holding out a pair of gleaming black latex opera gloves. "And those," she adds, pointing to a pair of open-toed black stilettoes.<br><br>"I can block the skillsoft... although I doubt it has much left to teach you at this point," she adds as she watches her former teammate smooth down her dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods as she dresses, puling on the gloves and pulling her hair back to give Boom access to her implant. <br><br>"Block it, I got most of her personality, but if I got to stay I want to be the one on the driver's seat." She waits for Boom to get done. "And I want you to promise to keep coming to me. I want you close by as often as I can." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry. I could never refuse a damsel in distress. Let alone in <em>that</em> dress."<br><br>BB massaged her aching neck as she runs a line into her plugs, presses a trode to her temple, then finally pulls out the tangle of equipment, closes the hidden access, and fits the wig over her hair.<br><br>"Pose for me," she says as she walks around the front. "Remind me a' what we're fighting for."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as she does a few 'classic' bombshell poses for Boom, knowing that she loves them. Hamming it up and slowly sequeing into a dance for her, finally pushing her into a chair to sit in her lap.<br><br>"I know I love you Boom, and I need you now.. I understand if you're not as .. intense about us yet." She puts a finger to Boom's lips. "just promise you will rescue me so that I can find a life that is MINE when this is done. Not Samantha's.. but MINE. Sam's." She wiggles in the other woman's lap a bit, fishing for some attention as she does so. "And it wouldn't hurt to have Elaine over for a 'nooner' every now and then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:14:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of her poses goes on Booms' comp wallpaper right away. (http://www.ulorinvex.com/images/galleries/yerburystaircasenew.jpg)<br><br>She puts a hand on her back as she sits on her lap, looking up at her with a smirk. "I promise. If you don't forget about me, I won't forget about you." Her other hand strokes her thigh through the skintight skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:20:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll always bring me back Boom. You were the first person I thought of when I remembered who I was." She smiles as she leans in to nibble on Boom's ear. "And here's a little secret.. Samantha would find you interesting too. If I slip under, you can always&nbsp; seduce her. Think of fun of seducing two girls in one body."<br><br>She slides around to kiss Boom again. "So, I have to play the corporate trophy girlfriend huh? You'll need to bring in some stuff to work surveillance and such you know. Bring them by so I can put in stuff to Michael's gear."<br><br>She let's her instincts guide her actions as she meets Boom's eyes. She was terrified of being left high and dry but Boom was right. They had nothing yet. To get the pay off and revenge, they had to find something.<br><br>"I'm scared Boom."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB smirks at the idea of seducing Samantha, saying nothing.<br><br>She nods in agreement to bringing surveillance gear, and strokes her cheek as she admits she's frightened.<br><br>"I don't blame you. But you're alive for a reason. And we don't leave a ganger behind." Then she smiles reassuringly. "Besides, look on the bright side, you're a total hottie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And wired to please.. you've always wanted to score a playbeing." She teases as she leans into the hand. "Talk to some folks, get info on Samantha. Prove she was real before last year. Look into who burned me and vanished Mock."<br><br>She looks thoughtful on the comment she made earlier. "Maybe you were right and Mock got nailed like I did. Or I was the 'prototype' for him or his sponsors." She looks thoughtful. "Now that you know what you're looking for, can you can for folks modified like me though normal security sensors?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe... it's a retrofit of a skillsoft, so it would take high-end scans. So we can probably tell if someone like you goes to the airport or city hall..." She raises her eyebrows like a shrug. "I kinda like the idea of Mock being the one wearing the schoolgirl outfit now." She smirks. "Although you have one of those too, of course..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, if he's in a corp enclave or such we could 'bug' the scanners to look for them?" She smiles at the mention of her outfits. "I know, I made sure it was close to the entrance of the closest.. I know it's one of your weaknesses."<br><br>She sighs, too nervous to continue offering suggestions or input.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:55:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In theory... in practice, no idea."<br><br>"You can wear it for me tomorrow when I come over to rig up your security," Booms replies with a wink and a smirk, even as she holds her comfortingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.. but you got to bring me some stuff from my drop sites I gave you. Tools so I can make a hidey hole or two for the stuff." She smiles as she looks at Boom. "So, going to make me your girl totally? Or am I going to have to be the 'stag' in this relationship."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 21:07:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you are totally the toy." She lightly spanks her tightly skirted bottom. "Now, give Daddy a call tonight, and talk to Michael when you can. Learn as much as possible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 21:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I don't know.." she smiles coyly. "I'll want some ..incentive you know. Michael is going to expect the 'full monty' you know." She leans in to nibble on Boom's ear. "I want you to take me before you go.. show me what I'm working for."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright..." She traces her hand along her bottom, across her hip, to the front of her tight skirt and slips it under.<br><br>She smiles as she starts to stroke her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasps as her augmented senses respond almost instantly, moistening as Boom's fingers slide into her panties. Already she could feel her nipples harden enough to be seen in the tight top. She wiggles and shimmies a bit so she is facing Boom and smiles as she lets her hands wander over her body while Boom teases her sex.<br><br>"Oh.. yes." She wiggles a bit to get in a better possition. "Faster ..harder please..'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:24:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB looks into her eyes as she slides two fingers inside her, teasing and stroking her from within. Her other hand is on her back, holding her close as she fingers her skilfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Implanted sensory boosters kick in as she clenches her sex tight around her fingers. A gasp cuts her speech short as a climax kicks in, and she leans in to cup Boom's breast as she kisses her hungrily. The small climax was just the beginning she knew from her experience in the changing room. Soon she would be afloat in an explosion of pleasure, but she was determined to return the favor this time.<br><br>She teased Boom's nipples as she wiggled to get more out of Boom's teasing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You love it," BB purrs as she moans, smiling and shivering slightly as her teased nipples harden, continuing to pleasure her with her skilled fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love you doing it.." She purrs as she arches under another rush of pleasure before returning to teasing Boom's breasts, sliding one hand down to rub her crouch. "I want you to put more into me. I want..." she groans as another rush of pleasure goes through her, a small chain of pleasure rushing though her as the implants tweak her nervous system into higher levels of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You want <em>that,</em>" Booms says, sliding in another slim finger, playing her like an interface keyboard. Her own breath is growing faster with arousal as she strokes her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Yes</em>" She says with a gasp as she pushes down hard, clenching tight as she does, her hand sliding along Boom's sex in time with Boom's oh so skilled fingers. Her mind was 'sparking' as the biosoft induced paths of pleasure and reflex kicked in, keying in to her partner's scent and releasing pheromones in turn. Being a playbeing was as much about pleasing a partner as getting pleasure. <br><br>Her hand teased Boom's sex though her panties as she felt her body collect itself for another climax. "Oh..yes.. I'm yours.." she moaned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 00:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB moans, breathing hard, as she strokes her towards orgasm while getting closer and closer to it herself. "Oh yes," she groans as she pushes her over the limit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 00:29:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smothers the scream of her own climax by kissing Boom as it erupts though her body, her hand coaxing Boom to climax. As she brings her to release she all but collapses onto Boom, drawing a line of kisses along her jaw line and lips.<br><br>"Thanks .. I needed that.." She murmurs in Boom's ear. "I hope that you enjoyed it too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 01:50:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can't complain," she murmurs in her ear, then kisses her cheek beside it. "You best have a shower, can't be smelling all sexed when your boy gets here." She pats her on the ass, smirking.<br><br>"Now, for my next trick, getting outta this chair after having you sittin' on me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam stands up and pulls Boom up into a hug and kiss. <br><br>"Mmm.. better not be late for my nooner tomorrow. I might go looking for you and we know that all sorts of girls might take advantage of a poor innocent doe like me." She runs a hand up Boom's side, knowing that she enjoyed the closeness and her touch. "You wouldn't want one of your ex's getting me now would you?"<br><br>She slips out of the embrace and starts undressing as she heads towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. "You know.. I could use someone to wash my back..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:24:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB straightens up, resting a hand on her skirted ass.<br><br>"Oh, I dunno, maybe Lexie, she's enjoy you and that would make for stimulating viewing." BB smirks as she watches her go.<br><br>"And I should get going, tease."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you like that? Me playing with a girl for you?" She says as she peeks out. "And come an kiss me bye before you go okay? It's the least you can do since you're not going to wash my back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Depends on the girl, of course." She raises an eyebrow as she looks over her naked body as she puts on the shower. "Bye," she says, giving her a lingering kiss before stepping away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:43:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See you tomorrow." Sam says with a wave and a blown kiss. "I will be waiting since you get to go out and play, and of course grab a few of my cache's for me. While I get to worry about dealing with 'daddy' and Michael."<br><br>She steps into her shower and thinks about how much she had adapted to her problem as she showers up. And trying to think things though, figure out what she was missing as she savors the feel of her body under the warm water. Finishing up she settles on a nice robe and fixes a light meal before settling down to call Dad.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Have fun," she replies with a wry smile as she goes.<br><br>The water soothes the ache around her new port and some of the muscle pulls of sex straddling a chair, and the robe is soft and comfy.<br><br>Dad's private office line picks up after three beeps, and he turns to face the camera in his conference phone with a smile.<br><br>"Hi there princess. How are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I'm fine daddy, just figured I'd call and talk some." She says tapping into Samantha's memories to keep things going. "I was wondering if we had some images of you and I when I was a kid? My archive got zapped last week. Someone tried to do a snatch and grab and the old drives I had didn't survive."<br><br>She finishes her story with a cute pout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know," he nods. "I've got a few, but you know how bad I am at scanning things. You'd probably be quicker coming over and doing it yourself." He chuckles, warmly. "And of course you're welcome to. What should I look out in particular? Graduation? Your gymnastics team?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:30:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I was thinking Michael might like to see some of me as a little girl." She smiles as she twirls a strand of hair. She knew 'cute' would the right approach with him. "I could come by the place tomorrow while you're at work and get what I need if you like." <br><br>She offers another cute smile. "I think he'd like that sort of thing you know." Idly she wondered if she was 'programed' with the agility she supposedly had as a gymnast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:36:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll leave some out, Maybe five-ish, so I can actually see you when I get in after work?"<br><br>"Wondering what you'd look like when you were little? Do I have to give him that talk about wanting him to marry you before you give me grandkids?" he asks with a slight smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can stay there and maybe fix you something for a father-daughter dinner if you like." She smiles as she wags a finger at him. "And no bugging my man about making me an honest woman. I don't want him getting crowded before he's ready okay?"<br><br>She figured that Boom might have some data taps she could slip into his place when she came by the next day. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure thing, darling," he says with a matching smile at her admonishment. "So I'll see you when I get in tomorrow. If Finch tries to get me to stay late I'll fire him." He chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How about we do this tomorrow night daddy? That way I can come in, set up and have everything ready. And you can have Finch clear out your backlog so you have NO excuses at all?" She smiles. "You know he likes a little forewarning and all that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 04:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That he does." Daddy nods, smiling back. "Okay, let's say seven?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 04:07:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See you at seven tomorrow night then." Sam says as she blows a kiss to him. "I need to start up something for my man."<br><br>She signs off and gets up. Time to program dinner and take a quick nap. She figured she needed to be a bit rested if she was going to pull this scam off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 04:12:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Goodnight, darlin'," he says with a smile as she logs off.<br><br>The comp panel on the fridge-freezer lists all the ingredients for a few fast-prep options, with pollo cacciatore with fresh chicken from the Benedict's internal store at the top of the list.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 04:19:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She checks it against the apartment's preferences and adds in a suitable wine selection, something sweet for dinner and a pair of candles for the dining area. As she worked, she imagined she was doing this for Boom and smiled as she finished the order and set the sound system to Michael's music preferences. <br><br>The music was definitely different from what Boom would like, of course it was more suited to the mood at hand though. Finished with her planning, she set the suite alarms and headed to her room for a quick. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 12:15:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping out of her robe and into her cream satin babydoll (http://www.fairygothmother.co.uk/newimages4/fgm-evebabydolls.jpg) she slides under the cover, closes her eyes and relaxes.<br><br>She wakes to the chime of the door intercom, still recalling fragments of a dream or memory of a romantic dinner with Michael. <br><br>"Miss Phillips? Can we send the technicians to check your security system now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 13:58:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sighs as she pulls on a robe as buzzes the crew in. The dream had been a bit confusing at points with Michael switching places with Boom or adding Boom into situation in addition to Michael. The two of the making love to her was interesting, disorinetating and more than a bit confusing. <br><br>Not to mention it left her with an itch she needed scratching she found as she put the security panic button in her robe and strolled out ont the balcony. She kind of wished they had made her a little more tannable.&nbsp; Red heads like her tended to burn easy. Maybe when this was over with she could get a sculpt into a bronzed beach bunny which she knew was another look Boom liked.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 02:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Metro Central stretches around and below her, like she's a princess locked in a tower.<br><br>A minute later, two men is blue-grey Infocom overalls enter, nodding to her politely. One of them lets his gaze linger on her for a moment before the other gives him a look, and they both start scanning the access panels for information. <br><br>"Hm. Looks like a repeat of the disable strike during the pulse."<br>"Same as on nineteen, then."<br><br>The first man nods, and smiles at her. "Just a minor glitch, nothing to be afraid of Miss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 02:58:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's alright, I'm sure you've been busy." She says with a grin.&nbsp; "I'm betting that you guys have all sorts of work backlogs." She says as she walks over, taking in the access panel and seeing if she can get a glimpse of the access method for later. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It slides and lifts clockwise, a jigsaw wall slotting together airtight when in closed position. <br><br>"We're up to date, don't you worry. Just the occasional glitch resurfaces. The aircon reaches a certain temperature and the windows polarise. We'll have everything at 100% by week's end. And in the meantime, we'll be here to make sure you're safe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks." She says with a smiles as she moves aside to let them head back out. Her hand in her robe pocket still on the 'panic button.' She doubted it would be needed but she had to watch out. She might have 'watchers'.<br><br>"Well I better let you guys get on to the next job."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just check the external cams and off we go." The lead tech smiles as he approaches, holding up a meter. His assistant replaces the access panel, and it shuts and locks in place neatly.<br><br>"All working again. See, there we are," the senior says, pointing to the screen on his meter, showing him and her from behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:10:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wow.. is there any privacy functions? Because.." She looks a bit embarrassed. "I got this surprise coming for my boy and it's VERY naughty and I don't want some hacker getting it and putting it on the net, that would upset dad a lot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:16:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, it only covers the balcony area. And yes, the internal view can be deactivated, it's in the room control panel."<br><br>The assistant tries not to look interested in her conversation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:17:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well thanks again for taking care of it so fast." Sam says with a smile. She could get them out, nap a bit more and be ready for what promised to be a scary first meeting with Michael.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're very welcome, Miss," the senior tech says with a smile. <br>"Call any time you have a problem," the junior says with more of a grin. <br><br>They re-prime the apartment controls and leave, allowing her to slip off her robe and mules and go back to her soft satin sheets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She settled back on the bed, after setting the apartment systems to notify her of Michael's arrival at the ground floor. Knowing she would have time to get ready for her first meeting with her 'boyfriend' she settled back on the bed and tried to use some of Phil's talent at meditation to relax, hoping to channel her dreams to something comforting, but wondering if it would be the mix of Michael and Boom again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:42:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No, perhaps her anxiety gets the better of her, because all she seems to dream are memories of Michael. A first kiss, a first proper date, making love, meeting her father... Daddy managed not to be the disapproving stern dad despite him being four years older than her...<br><br>But soon enough, she sleeps soundly. <br><br>And too soon, the door chime alerts her to Michael's car reaching the building carpark. Just a few minutes to get dressed and set the mood...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 04:54:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving quickly she checks the kitchen, and smiles as she sees the meal set out by the remotes. A perk of being rich she would miss maybe, and then it's back into the bedroom to do touch ups on her make and hair before pulling on the lavender outfit she chose to wear to dinner. Knowing that it was something Boom AND he would like. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 06:17:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes a while to lace herself into, but as she fastens on her stiletto heels and checks her reflection it seems worth it. <br><br>The front door unlocks and opens. "Hi, baby, made it back at last..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 06:22:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's okay.. I was just kicking back and relaxing today. Talked to daddy, I'm having dinner with him tomorrow." She says as she walks in, letting the 'Samantha' instincts drive her. She smiles as she walks out and poses for him. He was attractive, and she hated that her body definitely responded to the sight of him, but there wasn't the 'zing' that Boom brought on. <br><br>"Busy day honey?" She asks as she hands him a drink and gives him a kiss. Still she did feel something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 06:28:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yeah, it was a nightmare... worth it to come home to you, though." He takes the drink with one hand and slides the other around her waist, kissing her deeply, lingering in the kiss.<br><br>"I love you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 06:32:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You just say that to get me in bed." She teases with a giggle. "I made you a nice dinner, drink your martini while I set the table and kick off your shoes. No talking about your accounts or how office politics suck either."<br><br>She pats his arm and points him to the chair. "Sit, drink and relax."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 06:39:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins. "Yes ma'am." He lets her go, taking his seat, admiring her openly. <br><br>"So, ah, what were you talking to Carl about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 06:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Oh this and that.." She says as she sets out the dishes and a bottle of wine. "I was hoping to recover something from his files that I lost when that EMP blast went off last week. I was doing something with my system and when the blast went off it snarled my picture archive pretty bad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 07:02:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods. "You said... sorry you couldn't salvage them. Hope he has all you want, seems like he always has backups and backups of backups." He smiles and takes her hand as she sets down the last dish, giving it a gentle squeeze as she sits down. "This all looks great, thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 07:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why thank you." She says with a smile as she gives a bit of a wiggle as she goes to sit down. "And I figured you needed something you'd enjoy." She smiles impishly. "And have a nice dinner too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 04:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That goes without saying. Although I like saying it, and I know you like hearing it." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, before leaning back to start cutting up his chicken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 04:53:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tease." She says as she pours the wine and starts in on her own meal. He didn't get her engine purring like Boom, but she felt comfortable and the thought of sex wasn't entirely scary now. Part of her was actually a bit curious about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 05:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm, that's good." He smiles as he takes more of the tomato and pepper sauce, and raises his glass of white wine, looking at her with obvious fondness as he rings his glass against hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 05:05:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought you'd be away with the rest of the housecleaning guys on the assault earlier today." She says with a smile. "You usually go in for spin control."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 05:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, technically Bounce doesn't have anything to do with Dorn. They just happen to have majority shareholders on the larger board. Ahem." He smirks. "So we were just snarled up in checking the disconnect, in a bunch of ways that are very boring and time-consuming." He takes a sip of his wine, rolling his eyes at the memory of his day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 05:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, and you've told me the official line and unofficial line several times." She points out as she nibbles on her chicken, sipping the wine carefully. She knew how the evening was going to end, but she wasn't sure how much control she wanted in it. She took another swallow of her drink and considered that a while. Perhaps she should be a bit drunk, she thought as she added a little pill to help her 'mellow' and be a little tipsy by bedtime.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 13:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know, I know," he says looking apologetic. "But I know talking about meetings and silent partners is so exciting," he adds with a wink.<br><br>"Did you arrange some dessert as well? I can order down for some if you want," he suggests as they're both nearly done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 14:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I ordered it already it will be up in a moment. Strawberry cheesecake ." By now she as feeling a bit mellow and the drugs and wine had taken the edge off the nervousness of what was coming. In fact she was a bit curious on how it was going to go. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 17:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You really do spoil me," he smiles as he scoops up the last of the thick sauce, then swallows it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 17:56:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I try." She says with a grin as finishes up the desert and slides out of her chair, 'Samantha' instinct guiding her to slide into his chair with him. "So, what ever do we do now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 02:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well," he licks his lips as he slides a strong arm around her slim waist, "I have an early start so I'd best be in bed soon."<br><br>With that, he leans in to nuzzle her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 02:47:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know what you want." She says with a throaty laugh as she bares her throat, the wine and pill making it easy to ride the 'Samantha' vibe without nervousness. She could feel her body respond to his presence. Part of her was scared at it, but most of her accepted it as part of who she was. Now.<br><br>She slid a hand down to guide his hands to the laces of her dress and smiled. "I think we should get you to bed then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 03:18:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He begins to unlace her dress, tickling and caressing her sensitive skin as he reveals it, continuing to kiss along her neck towards her shoulder. "Better get us both tired out too," he adds with a smile as he lifts her up to carry her to the bed. <br><br>Laying her down, he frees her from the dress entirely and then starts to quickly unbutton his shirt, revealing a lean, athletic physique with smooth, toned skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 03:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are such a diligent man." She says as she slides her hand over his chest and rubs against him. "Why did you pick me I wonder?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 03:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's see..." He slides out of his pants, then leans down to caress her. "You're smart, funny, cool..." He gently teases her hardening nipples with his thumbs, gazing at her face. "You are so beautiful..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 03:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course.. I'm all that and more." She says as she moans at the attention her nipples are getting and feels the sensory enhancements kicked in to amplify it even more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 14:35:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are sooo sexy," he smiles as he caresses her breasts, as he moves to lie on top of her... as he slides inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 18:13:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels a strange sort of 'separation' as her Samantha outlook slides into place as feels her body push against Michael's and tighten as he pushed into her. She was still in control, and the rush of sensation from her augmented senses made it feel so good, but she knew how to be 'Samantha' for him as she leaned up to kiss him hungrily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 20:01:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of being filled as he thrusts into her, smiling as he kisses and caresses her, brings her towards orgasm with great ease and speed. His touch is skilled, his kisses deep and loving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 20:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her own body responded in kind, her Samantha instincts making it just as easy for her to please him in ways she instinctively knew would maximize his pleasure as well as her own.&nbsp; It wouldn't take long she knew, feeling her body build towards a release even as she rolled him onto his back and took a more active and assertive role in their lovemaking. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 22:07:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins as he shifts to let her on top, raising his hands to fondle her breasts and caress her toned waist as he thrusts lightly inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 22:18:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She settles naturally into a rocking motion that seems born of natural rthyme and practice. She leans in to kiss him fully as she savors the feel of his hands on her breasts and moans loadly as she feels the first rush of release as her body gather's itself in response to the feel of him struggling to hold on a moment longer. <br><br>"Yeahhh.." She coos in his ear as she feels him come with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 15:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets out a groan as he comes inside her, a surprisng new feeling for her, a soft rush of warmth across her most sensitive flesh.<br><br>He grins at her as he takes a moment to catch his breath, then kisses her deeply again. "God, I love you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 16:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slid down into his arms and cooed in his ear sleepily. She felt good, and safe for the moment despite all the questions she had on his involvement with her 'transplant'. She felt safe, almost as safe as she did with Boom, and she smiled as she let the lethargy of her long emotional day play over her. Add in the wine and drugs and she was out quick enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 20:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kisses her on the cheek and holds her in his arms as she drifts off. <br><br>If she dreams, she doesn't remember.<br><br>She wakes slowly as she feels him move, then brush her hair as he kisses her above the ear and murmurs "hey... gotta get up. Want some breakfast?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 21:47:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She murmurs something in the negative as she rolls back over to sleep, only half aware of his presence. She felt confortable around him though, she murmurs something and pulled him in for a sleepy kiss before sliding back to sleep.<br><br>A little while later she rouses and slides out of bed, stretching and bending as she picks out something to do some exercises in. She starts with a mix of the kata Phil enjoyed and the aerobics that Samantha used to tone her body as she slowly woke. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 22:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael returns the kiss she offers, brushing some of the hair away from her face as he does. He gets up before her, which means that she can see herself in the mirror (http://ulorinvex.com/images/galleries/kenportrait1.jpg) before she rises, the day's first reminder of who she is now.<br><br>He idly watches her stretch, with a slight smile. "You could just go back to bed," he suggests. "You don't have school until, when... September?" He grins. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 22:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't like me chunky though do you?" She says with a grin. "I have to do a little working out if I want to stay this hot remember?" <br><br>She demonstrates by sliding down into a full split for him, knowing that he'd like it as much as Boom will when she shows off later. "I'm thinking about moving into programming, the school says I have a .." she tilted her head to one side as she thinks of the words her teachers would use. " 'amazing talent for 3 dimensional structure, an astonishing memory and instinctive grasp of coding'" She smiles as she finishes the full split. "and it means I can work in virtual reality interfaces. Make worlds for the corporate environments."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 01:31:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He does indeed smile approvingly as she does the splits.<br><br>He nods slightly as she mentions programming. "If you want to, great. But, y'know, don't do it just because there's a better 401K. World always needs designers too, in 3D or flat. Do what makes you happy." He crouches over to kiss her on the forehead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 02:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to try it. The sims seem interesting and I want to push that extra work. It sounds challenging." She grins as she slides upright. She definitely had some acrobatic ability.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:31:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He puts an arm around her waist and pulls her close. "Okay then." He smiles at her. "I just hope it's not too many late nights at the lab." He leans in to kiss her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She meets him halfway for the kiss, enjoying it a bit though it didn't have the 'zing' of Boom's. Clearly she was Bi now, another bit of Samantha had won. Still Boom got her churning in ways he didn't so she considered it a fair exchange, though he was fun in bed she admitted. <br><br>"Just a thought, most likely I won't go with it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:59:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Go with what makes you happy." He gazes into her eyes as he holds her, smiling gently. "I like seeing you smile."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 15:00:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Always.. you know I dislike pouting. It causes wrinkles and sagging." She does a 'jiggle dance' for him. "And everyone hates Samantha sagging right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 15:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins and nods. "Not that you have anything to worry about there," he adds, putting a hand on her buttock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 15:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah ah.. you have to get to work remember? Keep playing with my butt and you'll have to get cleaned up again." She reminds him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:02:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I know," he says with a disappointed tone, then kisses her on the cheek. "Want to maybe get some lunch later?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:04:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Afraid not.. got plans already and remember.. I'll be at dad's for dinner. You'll just have to suffer till bedtime!" She gives him a kiss before returning to her routine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods slightly. "Okay, how about we take in a show tomorrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll see. You have to find out what sort of work you got to make up, but I'm thinking we could do it. Take the girls with us and all." Possibly putting Boom in to meet some of the 'guys at the office' would give them more names too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 04:08:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure," he nods. "Although if they're busy, a little you and me wouldn't go amiss." He winks. "Anyway, run myself under the shower, grab some toast, run out the door... then wait in traffic for forty minutes." He steps into the bathroom. "I wouldn't mind so much but the company pretty much runs on Euro time anyway, why we gotta nine-to-five is beyond me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 04:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because you still have to do business HERE as well silly." She makes a shooing motion. "And you're just stalling in hopes of a morning nookie check, which will make you LATE."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 04:23:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can you blame me?" he asks with a chuckle as she shoos him into the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 05:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Not really, I know I'm built to the irresistible, but you shirk work and Dad will start making bad noises again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 05:50:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can't have that," he says as the shower hums and cleans him up in under a minute.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 05:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pops in her earphones and settles into the full routine, knowing that he would linger if she kept talking with him. And while he was fun, and that surprised her, she didn't want him to meet Boom yet. Who was a LOT more fun she was happy to realize.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 14:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The earphones autoselect the Exercise playlist, bringing up something vauely familiar, designed to quicken the heart to its beat.<br><br>Michael moves around her as he comes out of the shower with his hair still damp - he always prefers to let that dry naturally rather than use the air-blast dryer built into the shower's speed setting. He gives her a wink as he passes to go to the wardrobe. He holds up a black silk shirt and a navy one, looking to her to pick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 17:15:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolls her eyes and points the the black one.&nbsp; She followed up by tapping her wrist, pointing out he was going to be late if he didn't hurry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes ma'am." He grins as he shrugs it on over his lean frame and strong arms, then steps into matching suit pants and pulls on a jacket, looking the model of the casual artistic business type. "Do I pass inspection?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I think you'll do with that look." She taps her wrist. "tick tock sweetie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We should get you a watch," he chuckles as she taps her bare wrist. "I suppose it's a better sign than holding up your phone and pointing to the time on it..."<br><br>Pulling his stay-shine shoes on over his socks, he straightens up, adjusts his jacket cuffs and smiles, then kisses her as he heads for the door. "Tell your father I said... something responsible and caring." He winks as he steps away. "Love you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:29:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grins finishes up her routine and picks up a towel to wipe her face. It felt kind of good to finish the work out. And she had to admit, he did have a fine ass as she watched him walk out the door. <br><br><em>Of course if it turns out he's part of this whole 'makeover gig, I'm going to be very sad when we get around to balancing the books.</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 20:08:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door control displays that he has driven off.<br><br>Time for a shower and breakfast, or back to bed... three and a half hours until BB arrives. Still have to decide what to wear...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 20:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sighs as she heads towards the shower to clean up after her workout. Her thoughts were on two things, what look to make for BB and what sort of software she could code up.<br><br>Definitely needed to come up with a suitable look as she let the shower systems dry her off and stepped out and looked over what to wear for Boom. Maybe one of the outfits she moved around would be suitable. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 20:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So many options now. Skirts, dresses, even the occasional pair of pants - mostly shorts or leggings, but a few actual pants as well. Clubwear, kinkwear, cosplay... She knows how all of it looks and feels from wearing it before. How flattering and fun it can all be...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 21:07:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as she picks out an outfit that she knows BB will love. Something tight and flattering, but then with her figure what wasn't? And then she touched up her hair and added some boots, because she knew that would make more points in Boom's books. Boots were one of Boom's kink buttons. <br><br>Quickly enough she added makeup and perfume, then sat down to code up some more programs. Sooner or later she would need some cutting edge 'ware and that was when you wanted something mostly coded that you could tune, not code off the fly. Codebreaking, attack programs, and camo routines.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 01:54:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The short black skirt and striped purple holdups show off her legs as well. It seems almost normal to see that as she looks down, feel the soft pressure of makeup on her face, smell her own perfume.<br><br>Glancing online as he code compiles, she finds an AV email from Cally in her intray along with her feeds' newsmails. Apparently something called Secret is returning for a second season - something Samantha likes enough to have tagged, about a skillsoft-powered secret agent. Was liking that show someone's idea of a joke at her expense?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 01:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at the image in the mirror as she finishes up. Denial of what she had become seemed useless and time wasting, not to mention she was enough of Samantha to enjoy the look a bit. Idly she wondered, as she played with a strand of her hair, what sort of look she could make as 'Sam', something a mix of Samantha and Phil. <br><br>"I wonder.." She purred as she considered that and looked over the feeds and messages. Definitely not ALL of Samantha's likes came though, but enough did to show that she'd be someone different than Samantha and Phil in time.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 02:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally's message unspools. "Hey babes, you're home and your comp's off, guess Mikey got away from work after all." She chuckles. "Gimme a beep whenever, I'm doin' nothin' all day. What a life, eh? Kisses!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 02:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thinks on that, how did Cally know she was home? She looked over her feeds and system alerts. Time to see how Cally knew. Was it one of those 'corp class' twit things that Samantha was into. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 02:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently so... her phone is set up to tell people on her friend selector when it's home, or at university.<br><br>Perhaps that's why she has no tracking wares... she set them up by herself as habit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 02:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head and turned them off,putting up a 'dnd' sign instead.&nbsp; Another habit to watch for.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 16:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The code still has time to compile, giving her an hour to cool her heels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 17:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She finally gets bored and goes to check the access panel that the tech had accessed the day before. She had checked the software side of the building security for reroutes, time to do the hardware side to see if she could find something that would help her out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 02:28:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A typical large array of security features - cameras at the door and the balcony, listener reroutes for the door control panel. <br><br>With some rejigging, she could get access to the floor outside and maybe even foyer cameras.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 02:31:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whistles a tune as she works on getting the tools together to get the reroutes done. A little bit of work, luckily she had brought her cache tools. Shame that she had left the gun behind, she thought to herself as she set to work. A little bit of code and her guy would never know that she could access the feeds while he coudln't. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 03:08:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course there could still be taps further down the line, but no way of knowing without checking the optic cabling throughout the whole building... still, some things could be done from here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 03:13:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She finished up and wished she had one of Boom's cable walking drones. It would track though the fiber optics to the terminal lines. Odds were if there is one it would be before the feeds tied into the building systems.<br><br>Finishing up she smiled as she fixed her face. It was strange to be a mix of Phil's tech savy and Samantha's fashion instincts at times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 03:19:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both feel equally natural to her now.<br><br>A glance at the clock reminds her it's less than an hour until BB is due... and the wall panel for the entertainment system indicates that Planet Now is about to start on Look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 03:21:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam pours herself a drink, Hawaiin import coffee, and settles back to watch the feed while she waits.&nbsp; Sipping the expensive coffee, she mused on what she knew, trying to figure what was coming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 03:42:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently there's a new Rolling Thunder coming out in August, like the first three weren't enough. Dakota really needs a new agent...<br><br>The coffee is rich and sweet. Another luxury easy to love.<br><br>Planet Now's presenters are a mix and match of styles attempting to out-cool and out-snark each other during their links as they discuss the Boho revival - Dee will go big for that - and the life expectancy of Whisper after breaking with their manager. And the new male lead on Secret is a peroxide cutie playing a rival agent serving an unknown syndicate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 03:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hard part of this, she mused over the coffee, was wondering what parts were drivel and what parts she wanted to keep. She was sure that the feeds were not something she needed to religously follow, but it was so hard NOT to. The music was another, but not as bad. She still mixed Samatha and Phil in that area. Clothing was her guilty sin. She KNEW that some of the outfits she picked out were so not useful, but she couldn't help it. <br><br>Sighing, she tried to move back to the issue at hand, what was going on and why did they do this to her? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just eight hours until dinner with Samantha's "father". Her boyfriend seems innocent, but surely Daddy has to be in on this on some level.<br><br>Of course, considering how complete her jacket is, maybe he is and doesn't even know it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:13:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She mulls over the issues. She wondered what would happen if she vanished for a bit. It would be curious to see who comes looking for her. Definitely a way to get some interest going. 'Daddy' would be involved, as would Micheal but who else?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:31:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's certainly one option. Probably best to wait until after meeting Daddy, of course.<br><br>She can imagine Cally and Dee worrying about her as well. A whole life built in a year. Friends, a future... a lover...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:37:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't all bad, she conceded, but there was the simple fact that they had made her into something she wasn't. She had that hunger that Phil had, to run the shadows, and walk the edge of things. That was as much of her life as the stuff Samantha had, and more real. Not to mention, both sides simply HATED being played for a fool.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course, that urge to play with fire had lead to Phil being turned into Samantha in the first place...<br><br>Time to fix some lunch for herself and her guest. Assuming Booms is actually coming, as she's running silent and avoiding electronic communications.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She walked over to the console and tapped in a lunch that was some of Boom's favorites. She knew that doing the Edge is what got Phil burned, but it was a simple matter of karma. Someone did her wrong as Phil, maybe betrayed her. So, someone had to get what was coming to them. Besides, she doubted that she could get Boom to go legit.&nbsp; And that girl was a big part of her life now, and she wasn't about to give her up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chicken noodles - some stirring involved, but nothing exactly strenuous. Fresh ingredients, kind of a change from the usual vacuform bags. And Samantha's a good cook into the bargain.<br><br>And by the time it's all ready, BB is already over five minutes late.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:22:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she works in the kitchen, she pulls out and checks one of the dead drop emails she gave Boom to see if she was held up. She wasn't the most timely of people so she wasn't too worried, but if Boom had found something she would have left something to tell her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:41:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing.<br><br>Then, as she passes twelve minutes late, the door chimes. "Hey Sammi, buzz me up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:43:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She uses her new links to peek as she does so. "I'm buying you a watch." She adds with a teasing smile as she starts laying out lunch for them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's this thing called traffic, y'know." <br><br>On the monitor, BB nods in passing to the receptionist, who nods back with a smile as he confirms her route. She's wearing a workganger jacket, tank and jeans, nothing that would look out of place on campus... way more unisex than Samantha's wardrobe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:10:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There is such a thing as a phone." She teased as she cut her intercom off and set about laying out lunch for her lover and friend, eager to get things moving. <br><br>"So," She says as she turns to see Boom as she walks in. "What would it take to get you dressed in something hot and sexy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB strolls through the opened door, admiring her openly as she closes it. <br><br>"Damn. Are we looking to find the guys that girled you so you can <em>thank</em> them?" She smirks. "Besides, I reckon you like me butch, you little femme... So, you made lunch? Smells good, honey..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dom doesn't have to be all butch honey." She says with a grin, her heart beating a bit faster at the sight of the Edgy runner as she walked in. "and I would LOVE to have you in something tight and exciting."<br><br>She spins for Boom. "I think we should find a way to make a profit from getting burned. I mean it doesn't do to have the suits think we're their meat do we? If you let them get away with this wihtout some punishment, what will the next one do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:53:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I bet you would," BB smirks as she suggests something tight and exciting.<br><br>"Easier said. They've been getting away with it for a year. Knowing your luck, the guy who ordered it is out of reach. But we can but try..."<br><br>She looks at the dinner table. "Wonder how many times you've cooked for Mickey."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now don't be jealous." She says with a smile. "He's Mr. Perfect maybe.. but he's not the one that fills my daydreams." Comes over and kisses her. "I don't see me willing to wear a leash for him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 07:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give it a couple days," Booms smirks as she gives her a kiss. "Not that I mind, he <em>is</em> kinda cute. But more your type than mine." She pats her on the bottom and takes a seat at the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 07:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's fun.." she admits with a blush. "But honestly I find you get me purring more. I think I'm definitely a swing hitter now." she says with a laugh. "Anyway, I found a ..tendacy to put tracker feeds up on my phone. I set the phone to turn them off now, and added a subroutine to spoof them if I do it again. I also tapped into the security feeds. I can monitor the elevators, foyer and access doors to the garage and enty levels now."<br><br>She starts working on her meal as she talks. "I'm still not too sure if they have monitor feeds in the system though, I would need something like one of your little widget bots."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 16:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought you might," BB says with a nod. She sets down her chopsticks, opens her bag and brings out a segmented metal ring with three wheels evenly spaced around it. "New ring's adjustable to fit any standard cabling size."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 17:20:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh sweetie you bring me the cutest toys." Sam says with a laugh as she picks it up. Looking it over for any changes. "You make the neatest things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 18:57:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The new version has a smaller spot camera as well as the tightening sphincter-based ring.<br><br>"I'm sure I could bring you cuter toys..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:05:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I'm sure you can." She smiles at her as she gets up and sets the bot down the system trunk. "I think we're close to discovering what is going on, but till we get that vital clue I don't know where to go next." She pouts as she closes the access and lets the bot get to work as she walks back.<br><br>"Would you like some coffee or desert Boom?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:13:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ring hinges open, closes like a handcuff and dilates around the cable, fitting it snugly before its treads start rolling it along, out of sight.<br><br>BB looks up from the camera view on her palm comp. "Stay the course, play daddy's little girl tonight." She smiles faintly at the idea. <br><br>"And I could go for some dessert. What've you got?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:24:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well there is ice cream, cheesecake." She turns to pose provacatively. "Strawberry Tart?" She grins as she comes over to look over the display. "I see you added a newer imaging chip. You still using my software or did you have to find someone to do your coding when I vanished?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:49:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Definitely cheesecake," she smirks.<br><br>"I had to patch it based on the software that came with the cam... we haven't really been able to replace you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:56:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will see what I can do to fix that problem later." She goes to get the cheesecake, knowing that Boom's eyes were following her as she walked into the kitchen to get it from the dispenser. <br><br>"So, got some goodies for me to drop in Daddy's system?" She asks as she sits down beside her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:03:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if he doesn't know, he must have been programmed not to. I'd really like to give him a CT, but you can't exactly fit that in a handbag."<br><br>BB slips an arm around her hips. <br><br>"I <em>did</em> manage to get a drive cloner down to the size of an eyeliner, though." She hands that over. "Leave your bag near his hard drive for five minutes, we'll see what his comp knows at least."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My my..you have been busy. That would give us enough data to back track any gaps in Sam's history and see if someone was manipulating events." She grinned. "Well any he might know. And the more we know the better we can look for online. Still we need to figure out who did this..can't be many biotech groups with this sort of tech."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:23:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's maybe half a dozen clinics in the US primed for this. And all of them would want hundreds of thou for what you've had."<br><br>She smiles ruefully. "You really genuinely look like a million dollars."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, but this is way beyond what people would do normally. You don't take a guy off the street, stuff his gray matter in this frame, add in thousands in biosofts and put her on the street unless you're trying out something." She sighs a bit frustrated. "I hate operating without a decent amount of info. And I definitely want my pound of flesh from whoever sold me out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know, doll..." Booms gives her waist a small, comforting squeeze. "We'll figure it out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:48:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Though.." She blushes a bit as she leans in close and gives her a soft kiss to the cheek. "I have found some perks to the situation." She admits with a blush as she feels her body tighten at the closeness of Boom.&nbsp; It was strange how similar and diffferent her reactions to Boom and Micheal were. They were both intense, but Boom seemed to pull her in ways that Micheal didn't. She didn't daydream about what he would do to her., however fun he was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 02:17:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I gotta admit... I'm glad you aren't quite straight like this." BB nuzzled her neck, her other hand moving across to toy with the hem of her skirt. "Although it is a little weird remembering who's wearing this little skirt..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 02:38:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Straight.. is a term I hope you don't use for me." She says as she&nbsp; blushes a bit. "I got to admit, it's not the relationship I imagined having with you, but who am I to complain?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're <em>Miss</em> Samantha Louise Phillips. Young, free and... two-timing her boyfriend with another woman."&nbsp; Booms gives her a wicked smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:02:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually if we're going by attraction..I'm two timing you." She pouts, clearly hurt that she puts HIM ahead of herself. And hamming it up a bit for her girl. "So, what do we do now boss lady?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh... I think it means you're seeing whoever behind whoever's back. I totally know that I'm the other woman in this little love triangle, kitten." She smirks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:12:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Totally the ONLY woman baby.." She hugs her. "Unless you want another woman with us of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah... might be fun to watch you with a boy, but with another girl I'd just feel left out." She kisses her neck. "Mmm, better not give you a hickey, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd enjoy sharing a girl with you." She chuckles. "And yeah.. till it's time to pull up anchor and head out for good."<br><br>She smiles. "So while you're little widget is scanning for taps..what ever will we ever do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB puts on a voice like Samantha's. "Well, we <em>could</em> always go <em>shopping</em>..." She smirks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I would LOVE to put you in this nice corset&nbsp; and matching tight pants I saw the other day. It has such a nice little riding crop with ith." She teases back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:33:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles. "Maybe if you wear a maid's uniform while you dress me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:39:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"With or without the collar and leash?" She teases back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A collar wouldn't suit the role." She smirks. "You wear that later when I take you out..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:46:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooo. promises." She purrs&nbsp; as she 'accidently' flashes BB. "So, you got ano outfit picked out for the collar or do I have to resort to my superior fashion sense to once again save you from terminal embarrassment?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:52:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm thinking an underbust corset, a pair of thigh boots, and maybe a thong if you beg real nice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know.. you sure you want me showing off that much to folks who might flirt with me?" She teases as she undoes her top a bit to highlight what she might be showing off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely, you're a new toy to be admired and show off." Boom strokes just inside the hem of her skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see.. and that' it? Just the latest one?" She pouts cutely, clearly looking for more than 'toy' status. "I was thinking maybe a new look when this is done.. asian?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't be cribbing my style, girl." She chuckles. "Anyway... I like this." She kisses her neck, her tongue sliding across the sensitive skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Purring she slides BB's chair away from the table and slides into her lap. "Mmm.. I could be your little geisha. All done up in silk and make up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:25:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You could... and now you've given me the idea, you will." Her lips move up to kiss her deeply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles as she lingers over the kiss. "So, black silky hair and cute eyes?" She moves in for another kiss. "And would I be getting one of those infamous tattoos of yours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you're good..." BB's hand rests on her thigh, her fingers caressing her buttock where it would go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm.. what sort of look would you like?" She asks as she takes the hand and kisses it.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:45:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe a cyberkitten... all day-glo dreads and showing off your yummy little tummy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'd like to try going exotic?" She purred. "That could be fun.. so many uses for a tail. Don't know about Day-Glo."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't mean a catgirl... and you don't get anything for poking people down there." She smirks. "You're for being poked, not for doing the poking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Might want to think about it.. with&nbsp; a nice pelt I could be your full length body pillow." She slides in and nuzzles her neck, wiggling to rub against her with a throaty chuckl. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And have you get mad every time I rub you up the wrong way? Literally..." She shakes her head slightly as she runs a hand through her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Play being remember? You can get the fur put in so their isn't a wrong way." She pointed out. "Still, I'd like to do the china girl thing. Maybe get a nice animated tattoo along my back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps..." BB smirks. "Bed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:17:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that would be grand.." She purrs as she continues to nibble on her ear. "Carry me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you really <em>are</em> used to boys," she smirks as she lifts you down to your feet to walk you through, her arm going around your waist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I'm supposed to be the girl in this relationship huh?" She says with a smile. "That has perks too you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I know, I'm a girl too. And I've been at it longer than you have, little lady." She leads her to the bedroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I distinctly remember someone telling me I was the girly one in this relationship." She says with a chuckle as she kicks the door shut. "And that I wasn't to do anything assertive and manly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:37:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, when you do it's so unconvincing, it's... just sort of cute." She chuckles as she spins her around and sits her on the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:44:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'I happen." She poses defiantly with her head up. " to have more actually 'guy time' than you did." she smirks at that. "After all, I USED to have the plumbling once upone a time."<br><br>She leans back on her arms to see what Boom does.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And yet, you're such a natural as a girl." She smirks as she climbs onto the bed, lying down and unfastening her jeans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 05:55:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as she moves over and starts undressing Boom. Laying tender kisses on skin as she does so.<br><br>"I have this lovely woman who is a great motivator."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 06:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hear that helps... but you were doing pretty well beforehand..." She pulls off Samantha's top, exposing her bra, and smirks as if this proves her point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 06:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I know you appreciate them." She says as she stretches with slow sensual grace. Highlighting the parts in question. "And thanks to the miracle of modern science they are engineered perfection right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 06:18:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right... but without looking engineered. You look like you were born beautiful... you really are a work of art." She unfastens the exposed bra and slips it off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 06:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice.. you're a flattering lady." She leans back smiles up at her. "So.. when we do the remake, we'll keep the figure.. just work on the tint?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 06:33:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe... depends what we can do. You might be a little tall for a proper geisha." She starts to caress Samantha's breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 00:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that will have to be our little secret won't it?" She says with a grin. "I'll just have to stay on my knees a lot huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 03:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can arrange that," BB smirks as she gently rubs an erect nipple between each thumb and forefinger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 03:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm looking forward to that." She purrs as she slides her hands under Boom's shirt. "I think I might need to refresh my chinese or japanese some."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 04:24:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB seems not to be wearing a bra. She smiles, licking her lips. "We can get you a learning chip. On Mikey's credit, even. Bet he likes a girl with a skilled tongue..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 00:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam chuckles. "You don't have an opinion on my skill?" She leans over to use her tongue on BB's breasts as she opens her shirt. "I must be slipping."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 16:58:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're definitely learning." BB strokes her hair, tipping her head back with a smile. "Want to try it downstairs?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I could try that." Sam purrs as she eases BB back and sets to work on her pants, easing downward as she works teh fly open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms lies back, smirking as she burrows down on the soft bed, shifting her hips to wriggle out of her jeans. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 17:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as she pulls her pants down and then her panties.<br><br>"Oh.. looky here..." She leans in to tease the bared 'treasures'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah... I considered getting a Futanari adap just for you," BB chuckles, then lets out a low moan as she feels the tongue on her sensitive skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 22:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Promises promises." Sam says before returning to pleasing her lover, putting her fingers and tongue to work. Idly she considered the idea. It didn't please or displease her much, she didn't see any real need to change herself that radically. Not like it would be Phil's 'luggage' and that meant it wasn't real to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:53:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you'd like that? You little cocktease." BB laughs as she reacts to her stimulation, growing more moist and ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 02:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't see the need to muck with the plumbing anymore." She says as she continues to tease and stimulate her lover. "Besides.. I can't risk messing up the line of my outfits now could I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 14:13:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A laugh mixes in with the moan. "I meant for me... just a temp. I bet you're... mmm... a hell of a cocksucker."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 01:26:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh really? Fully functional?" She purred as she continued to work and tease her lover to climax. "I think it might be interesting to see how you taste."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 03:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm... depends which flavour I load it with, baby... you're gettign the real taste now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 18:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True..." She smiles as she feels BB starting to peak as she continues to tease, lick and tickle. "Of course I find you're great as you are now." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 18:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Flatterer..." BB runs her fingers through her hair as she holds her close, her left leg twitching as she starts to tremble slightly all over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam simply smiles and continues her pleasuring of her girl. She knew that BB would be 'arriving' soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:19:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sure enough, BB's moans deepen and she breathes harder as a skilled touch sends tremors running through he.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 17:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she feels her lover come to release again and again, she slides up to kiss her as she keeps&nbsp; a hand in Boom to keep her peaking as she lingers over her lover's lips.&nbsp; Brinigng up her hand to lick the juices as she looks down at the rogue chemist. <br><br>"Mmm... tasty." She purrs
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:33:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms takes a deep breath, puffed out from her exertions, with a sheen of sweat. <br><br>"Wow... you really did learn to be a girl from porn, didn't you?" She grins. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:04:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope not.." She says with a grin as she slides up to kiss her. "I mean.. if I got to be a girl might as well be one you'd like." She slips into her arms and kisses her again. "A little reciprocity would be nice though.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:08:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB returns the kiss, and she can feel her smiling as she does. "I s'pose I could... but you like to give more than receive, don'cha?" She winked as she toyed with the hem of Samantha's short skirt, a finger slipping in to caress her exposed thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That doesn't mean I don't want to receive occasionally." She says with a laugh as she lets BB ease her back onto the bed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 19:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then, ask and you shall receive," BB smirks, kissing her neck slowly as she slides a hand down the short skirt into the panties and rests her fingers there, flexing the tips ever-so-slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 22:39:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm asking.. and eager to receive." She says as she tries to hold still, not wiggle or do anything to push things along too fast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 02:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Take off your skirt, girl," BB says with a smirk, still gently flexing her fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 15:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes ma'am." Sam says with a grin as she opens the clasp and flicks the short skirt off. She wiggles a bit to get settled back in play. All the while playing up the air of a 'meek girl' for BB.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 04:36:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a good little sub." BB starts to finger her in earnest, looking her in the eye and smirking as her thumb caresses her vulva. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 00:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sub, dom.. that wasn't what she hungered for, but she didn't speak up. It was simply BEING with the person she cared for. HER choice, not the one that her unseen 'creators' had chosen with the man she lived with. That was why she got more thrill out of her limited time with the woman who was now teasing her body to a peak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It barely takes more than a few skilled strokes to send a first orgasm crackling through her body, then a second a few thudding heartbeats later. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 14:41:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam comes down from the second rush and smiles to BB.<br><br>"As pissed as I am about some of the results of this, that part is always fun."<br><br>OOC: Sorry real life kicked kicked me in the junk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 00:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Glad to be of help in this difficult transitional time," Booms replies with a smirk as she stretches out on the bed. "Anyways, is Samantha ready to go see daddy dearest? I think we should set up a code showing you got in and out safely." She strokes Sam's cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "After all, if he did all this, he could fix the bug." BB's hand rests gently on the side of Sam's head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 22:49:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, I'm not going to out myself to daddy." She says with a chuckle. "I don't want anyone uploading a 'hot fix' to the system. We really do need to fully disconnect that system soon."<br><br>She rolls over to kiss BB. "I got to shower and clean up though don't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 04:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes you do," she agrees as she returns the kiss. "And wear something proper, young lady. For the rest of the day you're daddy's little princess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 22:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh pooh.. Sam hasn't been 'proper' in sometime." She says as she slides out of bed and grabs a quick shower before dressing. "So what sort of look should I go with?" She says as she opens the closet to look over the options, feeling for an impulse of what 'daddy likes'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 03:44:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing too extreme, I suppose. So no clubwear, more the day shopping than the night playing. I don't suppose you've got a nice 'good girl' outfit..."<br><br>She does have a few plainer pieces and outfits, for class or days out. Maybe a top that isn't too skimpy, a longer skirt or pants, relatively sensible shoes and light makeup?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 02:14:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam settles on the 'nice' shirt and some relatively 'tame' jeans and shoes before turning to put on her makeup and fix her hair. <br><br>"So, do I clean up decent?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 19:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah. Terrible waste, of course." Booms smirks, looking at the options available. "The kitten heels are cute, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 22:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not for visiting 'daddy' though." She points out as she picks out a pair of heels that met the 'causal' grade in her life. Clearly flats and shoes without heels were strickly for working out in Samantha's life. Something else to work on she decided as she looked herself over, she wasn't going back to the tech chic look she had lived in as Phil but it would be quite cool to do something in Club or Shadow Chic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling on the jeans reminds her of the restrictive feeling of wearing pants, even fairly soft and baggy ones like these.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 15:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouts a bit at that as she finishes dressing. It was one thing to enjoy skirts or pants or whatever, but to feel the 'push' of programming keeping her from one style really sucked out load. She finished dressing and spun for BB as she looked around.<br><br>"So, let's see what goodies I got to put in Daddy dearest's penthouse and systems?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:11:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very cute. I'm sure daddy will approve. Almost not my type at all." Booms smirks as she watches the display. <br><br>"Okay, I've got a new bug for you to load your data copiers onto." She brings out a universal dataport attached to a clear plastic box about an inch long. "Data goes in here, bug pops out here," she says as she hands over the dataport side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 17:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I can give you that. I've been coding in my head again." She says as she takes a dataline and hooks it to data port. "So, any other goodies you need?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 01:56:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB smirks suggestively at the question. "I'd better not answer that, because I'd muss your makeup."<br><br>The dataport ticks three times and the plastic box opens, revealing a centimetre-radius circle of transparent plastic. "Small as you can get without nano-thingies. It needs to be that big so it carries enough adhesive. Leaves all the trace of a fingerprint. The pack will make five of 'em."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 17:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aside from his desk anywhere specific you want me to put these?" Sam says with a grin as she tucks it away. "And I assume it's a burst transmit like you usually do? Reacts with the data traffic to mask itself?"<br><br>BB and her old self had come up with that to hide their old bugs from detection. Odds were BB had only improved on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:27:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll need to put one on the box itself, and one around the door as a relay. The others are in case he has a portable you can get hold of, or a comp in different rooms. Slip 'em on your finger and touch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 18:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright.. and while I'm doing the espionage thing, you're going to be doing some data tracking right? I mean, Sam didn't just appear right off the bat. She has a backstory, we need to find out if she was as much a test rat as I was." She smiles as she tucks away the gear she was given and poses for her girl. "See you later?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 06:10:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely. Although probably not tonight." Booms half smiles. "Your boyfriend'll be around after you get home from visiting daddy." She slings her bag over her shoulder, then winks and blows a kiss. "Be good, girly girl."<br><br>Then she pauses at the door. "And be careful. Daddy is primo suspect for turning you into Princess Samantha. And I <em>don't</em> think he did it so you could learn how much more fun it is to be a girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 15:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well from what I recall he doesn't strike as the person to do things on the cheap, so it wasn't his idea to put non-hardened cyber in my head." She waves as she watches Boom leave. "And you like me being the girl in the relationship huh?" She blows her a kiss and turns to go get her stuff for the trip to 'daddys' 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 06:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No system's perfect." BB shrugs. Then she smirks. "And yes, I do. And so do you, doll." She winks as she struts out.<br><br>Looking at the time, she has a moment to check her feeds and the like before calling a cab to Samantha's father's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 16:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True enough."&nbsp; Sam admitted as she collected her things and headed out.&nbsp; Flagging down an autocab was easy enough with the building's systems and she was quickly on the way to 'daddy's house'. Most of the time she was going over the instinctive elements of her knowledge. Apparently the implants had imparted quite a bit before giving up the ghost to the EMP and her later disconnection of them. Accepting that she couldn't go back to being the old person she was helped too.<br><br>Finally the cab pulled up to the apartment building and she got out with a smile. Time to face the future, and that meant finding out what had happened over the last year.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 01:17:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl Phillips lives in the city's Burton Hill neighbourhood. The gate opens smoothly and the autocab parks between a Saab and an Alfa to let Mr. Phillips' little girl out. <br><br>A bellhop nods and smiles politely as he opens the door for her. The red carpet leads to the brass-doored elevators, and up to the keycarded apartment spread over the top two floors of the building.<br><br>Opening the door, she is greeted by her father (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/defyinggravity/images/thumb/f/fb/Mikegoss-s1.jpg/200px-Mikegoss-s1.jpg). "You're late," he says scoldingly, then breaks into a smile and hugs her. "Hi, princess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 15:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey daddy.. you didn't have to be here for me. I know where the photo archive is on your server." She says as she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. "And I was going to fix us dinner before you got here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 13:16:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Finch felt sufficiently threatened by my saying I was leaving in plenty of time that he cleared my appointment book." He smiles warmly. "Anyway, I don't get to see you enough as it is, so any excuse." <br><br>He reaches up and shifts a lock of her hair into place with a gentle touch. "Still not used to this hair, but I suppose you like it, that's the main thing." He closes the door, letting her in.<br><br>The apartment is spacious, well designed and furnished with original pieces, open plan, with bay windows, a balcony upstairs and a big entertainment centre. Nothing really out of place for a mid-life exec with no marital obligations. Some of the layout and furnishings seem immediately familiar, but nothing much earlier than... last year, maybe? Except some of the art seems familiar from earlier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 19:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well unlike me, you have to make a living." She says with a grin. "I still have a year or two left on my degree you know. And I didn't want you just lounging around feeling like you were wasting your time. I know you, twenty minutes from now you'll be sneaking peaks at your email or texting things for your staff to do." She chuckled as she pulled out a largish drive. <br><br>"I am just raiding your photo archive you know, and of course making us a nice dinner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:50:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know, I know." He laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. "But I'm here, the gears are all oiled, I can earn money without actively looking at anything, I swear." He walks over to the desk as she pulls out the drive. "So let me bring up the archive, you can concentrate on dinner. Maybe we can go to a show after. Sound fair?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 17:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No offense daddy but I'm the closer of the two of us at being the computer nerd. The food won't be here for another hour or so." She grins as she looks around. "I did arrange this for a reason. I was sorta hoping to have some.. private time." <br><br>Looking embarrassed she held up the drive. "And I was going to add a few more too. And organize that mess of yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 02:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles slightly. "I didn't raise you to be a nerd, I hope. But alright." He kisses her lightly on the temple, putting an arm around both her slim shoulders. "Just let me see what you're doing, dear." He takes a seat beside her. "I can step off whenever you need privacy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 02:49:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolls her head. "Daddy.. shoo. I'm putting in surprises.. kind of hard to surprise with you right there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 03:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stops mid-sitting and stands up. "Alright. You win." He steps away and pointedly picks up his daily broadsheet. "I'll be over here. Watching you with the back of the screen to me. Good enough?" he asks with a chuckle, looking at her with affection that feels genuine to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 02:41:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just so long as you're reading your page and not peak." Sam says with a wink as she quietly slides the drive into place, using the motion to put in a bug on the bottom of his computer. <br><br>"No peaking." Sam says with teasing smile as she uploads the latest of her photos, even as the data mining slide in undetected.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 02:55:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine, fine," he nods and laughs. "Oh, look, the Nikkei is up slightly over yesterday, that's good..."<br><br>The fingerprint bug sends its first burst transmission to her receiver. <br><br>"FTSE's down a bit over the day, though... I should check the Nasdaq too, shouldn't I?" he carries on, more like he's reading her a bedtime story than really reading the paper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 18:35:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Daddy, you start that talking like I'm one of your boys at the office, I'll set your reader to push though club openings and art feed for a week. The really bizarre cutting edge stuff that is never any good but oh so garish." She grins at him as the picks up his portable from the charger as if to make the threat good. Of course she also slid another bug on the base of the charger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 02:41:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, you did say I should keep working. And I'm sure Michael picks your brains for stock tips as well. If he has any sense, anyway," he adds with a half smile. "Besides, I probably helped pay for half of the really cutting edge stuff that makes no sense. And at least you like going to the openings."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 00:55:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Have to go to be seen for modeling shoots remember?" She says as she wags a finger, as the drive finishes uploading the mining 'bot net' and downloading the photos. It was custom programmed to be part of the OS so as to avoid being found by a screening program. "There, all done. Want to watch me fix us dinner?" <br><br>She tucks away her drive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 02:30:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I may even be able to help," he chuckles. "Depending on what we're having, obviously."<br><br>The programs start to silently sift through his base, moving so slowly as to go unnoticed - which means it could take a few days to compile a full report.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 00:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I was going to make Veal Parm, with a nice salad and pasta." She says as she walks towards the kitchen with a laugh. "And for dinner, I was thinking we could have some ice cream sundaes."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 01:12:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then... I guess I can help with the salad." He smiles, more widely as she mentions ice cream. "And I think I can arrange that last part."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 19:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just don't go overboard with the croutons this time. I like more greenery than stale toast daddy." She says with a laugh as she starts on the veal. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 02:57:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I remember," he nods.<br><br>As he opens the refrigerator and takes out a pack of vine tomatoes, she has time to see inside his fridge, well stocked with fresh produce and high-end branded products. A lot like hers and Michael's, even some of the same brands, and a real change from Phil's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And no massive amounts of blue cheese." She adds with a smile. "So, you okay with me going into programming and virtual imagery?" She says as she finishes prepping the veal and starts on the pasta before returning to the veal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 02:41:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks over, his expression thoughtful. "Well, it's a bit of a sideways step... but imaging makes sense. I'm just a bit surprised about coding - you used to need a lot of help with your math." <br><br>She remembers him helping her with algebra... maybe three years ago, it feels like? Before she became her new self, anyway, but it has the feel of a memory.<br><br>"Of course, it's more in demand, but you should focus on what you want to do, not what you think you can get a job in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:08:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Turns out the programming part isn't as math intensive as it used to be. One of my friends at school explained it, it's all some sort of 'smart coding' thing that lets the artists work things out quickly enough." She says with a grin. Of course, she added to herself, REALLY good imaging still requires custom coding to smooth out the tweaks.<br><br>She pours him a scotch and slides it over. "I got the pasta going, the veal will be done in a bit, you want broccoli or beans?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:26:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes the glass and nods slightly, looking at her thoughtfully as she discusses programming. <br><br>"Beans, I suppose," he replies to her question. "I never much liked broccoli. I can eat 'healthy' at lunch tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 21:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Programming is just an option dad.. I admit the math makes it a bit challenging." She says as she starts working on some green beans. "I know it might hurt my GPA." She says as she lies about that. Since she was Phil she would be able to pretty much set any GPA she wanted. <br><br>"But I know from what my councellors said that I can do the artist bit in virtual."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 00:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay," her father nods. "And if need be we can always get you a tutor soft." He smiles warmly. "Anything you need."<br><br>He watches her work on the beans. Cooking seems to come naturally to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 15:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The school offers then." She taps her bag. "Got a line on some excellent math tutor systems. I'm getting better, but I'm not as good as I am. You know me. Tutoring has to hit that 'spot' where it clicks for me. Wish I had your math skills Mr. Financial Wizard." She adds with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 03:41:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, puts an arm around her waist and touches his brow to hers. "Don't be like that, sweetheart. You're brilliant and you know it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 23:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That isn't true. I'm pretty and agile, but I'm not brilliant. Merely above average smart." She grins. "And with absolutely no head for business. Hence my predilection towards art." She slips free and returns to the meal at hand. "Not that I mind. I get a lot of leeway as an artist that YOU didn't starting out. I remember your horror stories about working you way up.&nbsp; Artwork is easy in the corporate area. You work for a department in one company or go freelance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 01:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, <em>I</em> think you're brilliant. I might be biased, I suppose," her father chuckles. "And the to-public art scene means you could definitely freelance. I don't see you designing greetings cards." He smirks. "Well, maybe for Earth Day." <br><br>He steps back and takes a deep breath through the nose. "That is starting to smell good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 02:56:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can do stuff on the side." She points out. "I have to do the 'appropiate thing' if I'm going to be the right sort of wife for my man you know." She holds out the veal for him to see. "Like what you see daddy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blinks. "Wait... did he ask you?" She can see a mixture of surprise moving towards happiness in his expression. "About time. Is that why he isn't here? Is he still worried I don't like him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What? No daddy.. you know he'd come to you for permission first." Sam says with a smirk. "Besides, we are both too busy right now. I have to finish school and he wants to get promoted before we tie the knot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you've talked about it..." He looked at her seriously, still with his warm smile though. <br><br>"Um, anyway, veal, looks fine." He chuckled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 05:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'd have been happy with a mess of fries and a big old philly cheese steak wouldn't you?" She teased as she laid out the noodles, added the veal, then poured on the sause and added the vegatables to the mix. "Put these on the table and pour us some wine while I go wash my hands daddy." She says as she goes into the bathroom to add a few more bugs as well as to actually clean up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 02:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure thing." He takes the plates and steps out of the kitchen. <br><br>"Red or white with veal? I can never remember," he calls through from the dining room as she washes her hands. "See, with a Philly cheese steak it'd be red, of course," he adds with a chuckle as she presses a tracer on under the light switch.<br><br>She passes by a framed photo of her and her parents. She remembers her mother, but it must be from the implanted memories.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 03:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One of those nice fruity italian whites you like to get sent from in from Scilicly." She says with a grin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 03:45:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If m'lady insists," he chuckles and goes to the drinks cabinet to retrieve a bottle of soave. <br><br>As she looks in, the places are set at one end of the dining table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 04:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice to see you still know how to set a table daddy. I figured you were reduced to subs and sushi at your desk when you were home." she teased as she heads over to the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm trying to look after myself a little more." He pulls out the chair for her. "Hey, I might even manage to take someone to dinner now and then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 19:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do I need to call my friend over at the police department to check up on her? I mean she could be some sort of spy looking to get into your.. assetts." She says with a teasing smile as she takes her seat. "After all, I don't want to call just anyone 'step mom.'" She says continuing her teasing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 04:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you're safe, we're in no hurry." He pushes her chair in slightly, and his hands move to her shoulders as he leans in. "I expect to walk <em>you</em> up the aisle before anything like that happens."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 16:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that will be a couple years, as I have to finish school first and he wants a corner office. Get out of the pool and swim with the slower and steadier sharks." She smiles as she waits for him to sit and start the meal. "Not to mention we've got so much to plan out. What to do, where to set up our home and how many of each to have."<br><br>Not to mention her 'new plans' of finding out why she was put in this body, where to vanish to and to pick the look that would be her new face when this was all said and done. Boom was partial to hot Asian girls, but there were so many varieties to pick from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 02:31:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'd be surprised how quickly a year can go," he says with a warm, fatherly smile. Even as she considers her plans, and this reminder of what had just happened to her, she knows she is responding to him like a father. "As for kids... hoo, now I feel old. We can afford the population tax, of course. So, yeah, I'd like to see a few. Hopefully they'd have your looks, not his," he adds with a chuckle. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 02:35:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know if boys look right with pouty lips and perfect smooth skin though." She teases him as she starts on her meal. It was fairly easy to play the role now, she felt like Sam but could do Samantha easily. Phil however wasn't in her at the moment, only when she was coding hard core did she feel assertive enough to do what she did as Phil. The social part of him wasn't around anymore, she was more smooth and charming in her own way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 03:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl chuckles at her joke as he starts gathering a forkful of pasta. "Ah. Very good." He takes a cut of the veal. "Mmm. It still amazes me what they can grow in vats these days. Much better than the old way of making it." He pours the wine. "Of course, some things need the old ways."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 03:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well it is till you get some nut job group screaming about the perversion of nature and such." She pointed out. They were among the culprits for the EMP bomb that 'freed' her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They must have missed the films about veal calves." With that, he eats another slice of the meat, and spoons up a mouthful of beans to follow.<br><br>"So, do you have any ideas for your term project? Can't change majors without the credit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh don't worry,I've done enough to get the credits." She said with a smile. Not to mention she had hacked the school system to make sure that it woudl stay that way. She didn't need to do much though, Samantha was clearly moving to expand her degree to something beyond a basic arts degree.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should hope so too," he smiled. "Still, I want an excuse to go to the end of term exhibition and show off about how talented you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:28:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you'll like it. It's a collection of holographic renderings and a few sculptures." She smiles coyly. "And it's a progression, I went with the whole 'tech' as growth angle. Starting with solids and moving to light."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:35:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods, looking at her thoughtfully. "That does sound interesting. Hopefully it won't all sail over my head," he laughs, and twirls a forkful of pasta. <br><br>Samantha is indeed a great cook, she recognises as they eat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:40:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was a lot easier to see than to explain. The teacher is happy with the work already." Sam says as she considers how close she came to being completely lost in Samantha. And it was still time to get some more work done when Boom was ready for the next bit of it. She drew out the dinner with small talk and chat as she wondered if the 'techie girl' would be ready to catch her on the way out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, looks like I'll need a new corner in the fall, Merritt's moving over to Phoenix to start his own practice..."<br><br>All of this small talk reminds her of similar visits and meals, for the last year at least, but some seems older, implanted perhaps. If she didn't know, she would believe this man raised her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods and adds in the chatter that fits for the conversation, clearly WHOEVER did this was good at their job. She was very in the know about his life as well as Samantha's. She kept up the role of 'flighty daughter' as she wondered where BB would find her on the way out. Part of her wondered if they would find out enough to get a pay check out of this. The idea of running to Japan was interesting, and she had to admit she wanted to move on after they had found out what was going on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finishes and sets down his knife and fork. "That was all great. Thank you, sweetheart. Now, do you have everything you needed to copy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:31:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I think so daddy.. I conviently forgot my baby pictures where you were washing me or the one of me with a face smothered in chocolate though. Somethings I think I will leave for you to embarrass me with in a future date." She says as she gets up and gives him a kiss. "Don't work too hard okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 23:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, I'll put the chocolate one on my phone as the screensaver." He gets up and walks her to the door, kissing her on the cheek. "See you soon, princess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 00:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We need to do this more often daddy, just you and I." Sam says with a smile as she wags a finger at him. "But don't put that photo where folks can see it. I mean it.." She pouts as she collects her things and heads for the door. <br><br>Idly wondering when BB was going to 'pick her up'. No telling, she'd had a year to get only sneakier.<br>"I'll call you." She said as she entered the elevator.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 00:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not my fault you looked so cute," he chuckles as he holds her jacket for her and walks her to the elevator. "Bye for now."<br><br>Booms is nowhere to be seen as she leaves the building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 00:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pouting slightly she steels herself for a 'night with her man'. Not that it was unpleasent, but it wasn't what her heart was set on. She pulled her 'pinger' for a cab and waited for the drone vehicle to pick her upl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 02:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One is waiting by the time she reaches the gate section of the community, in the outer security section. <br><br>As she gets in, the door glides shut. The driver asks "home, or another location?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I think we could head home for a moment. I will think on it while we head that way." Sam says with a grin as she sits in the back and leans back enjoying the feel of genuine leather and a human driver rather than an autocab.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, Miss," the driver says. The screen between them polarises slightly, showing a route tracker and Samantha's regular feeds. Delays on the metro south due to a suspected carbomb... a new series of Antioch confirmed by HDH for the new year... a quick clip from the new Everybody song...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam watches the feeds, paying close attention to one of the 'club threads' that was a runner message line. She figured if Boom wanted something it would be on that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:25:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cab reaches her neighbourhood, and the Benedict Building is on screen with 'destination' tagged next to it in five languages, when the roller brings up "Shoutout for Pop: everything ready for the big multimedia rollout tomorrow. No can do tonite."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods as she adds an acceptable tip to his tab before getting out. <br><br>Looked like she would be entertaining at home tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 01:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The receptionist lets her through the doors and says "good evening, Miss" as usual, one of the elevators arriving as she crosses the lobby. Looking at the clock behind the front desk, she sees that she has maybe two hours before Michael gets home. It would have been time to take in a movie with dad, she remembers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 01:33:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pouring herself a drink, a strong one, she sets out the house hold systems to fix her a comfortable soaking bath. She was still a bit nervous when it came to doing Michael, her desires and Samantha's clashed on that point. She was not quite as content with doing him as she was still enough of Phillip to prefer the ladies to guys. Though, she reflected, as she walked the drink into the bathroom and started shedding her outfit, it wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. Quite pleasurable, she had to admit with a blush, but it didn't have that extra..zing that she had with BB.<br><br>With a sigh, she slid into the tub and picked up her drink. The tricky part was done. By now everyone of Boom's little gizmos had burrowed out of sight and were all but invisible. The only sure way to find them would be to break open the cases they were hidden in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She relaxes into the bath, it giving off the low hum of a massage as she sits. Something else Samantha has programmed, something else she remembers and feels herself enjoying now. Like her enhanced palate for wines and spirits, as she sips from her glass and relaxes further. Gentle ambient music drifts from the room speakers, just enough to follow if she concentrates, designed to soothe. A soft towel and robe wait for her sensitive skin, then her wardrobe and what to wear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:16:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She relaxed and wondered what sort of look she should go for when it was time to pull up stakes and leave. Boom had said something about a body sculpt. She knew Boom had a weakness for exotics and asian girls. Perhaps a neko or fox girl look? She savored the teasing jets of water that were programmed by the old Samantha to tease her sensitive body. <br><br>Idly she wondered what it would feel like to have ears on the upper side of her head or a new tint of skin tone would feel like. She could imagine what other sort of 'additions' she could get. Lots of ideas poured through her mind as she let the alcohol loosen her up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:35:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With enough money, she could be anyone, anything... she's proof of that already, she remembers as she looks down at her beautiful body, the water caressing her smooth pale skin. <br><br>She could become a man again with enough, or something in between... but the water massaging her softly reminds her of how intensely she enjoys being a woman now.<br><br>And besides, is there ever enough money? She lives in luxury now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam shakes her head at the thought. It was nice, to live in luxury, but there was a bit of her that missed the rush of doing a job. She also knew she'd never be with Boom, not as Samantha. It wasn't 'proper' in her father's life. Not to mention, bringing Boom into light would reveal that Samantha was offline. And she didn't want whoever did this to crack her open her head and fix the remaining software/cyberware to put Samantha back in the driver's seat.<br><br>She had to make a score, and pull a quick fade. Why not do it against the folks who did this to her? As nice as Micheal was, he didn't turn her on as much as Boom did. He was fun but nothing she couldn't do without. Boom made heart skip a beat, and set her on a sexual edge that she was quickly learning to savor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 02:40:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course, she recalls as the water automatically flows around and over her to mix it and keep the temperature comfortable, she still doesn't know who the target is, and she has a night in with Michael ahead of her.<br><br>Meeting Carl had raised more questions than answers. Hopefully the answers would come once BB has a chance to analyse the data, but for now... he seems so real. Another part of her new life, someone else who loves her as Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 02:51:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grumpily considers that. Too many questions, not enough answers. 'Daddy' might be the reason it was done, it didn't look like he was the one that made the call. Most likely it was as a favor or something. Still didn't make any sense to do it though.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 03:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingertips start to wrinkle slightly in the water. Time to get out, dry off and decide what to wear before Michael gets home.<br><br>Her comp beeps indicating a voice call. The beep indicates Cally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 03:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Answer phone: Hey girl friend." Sam says as she relaxes in the tub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 03:53:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey dolls, having a quiet night in? Because that's totally lame." Cally giggles. "Bring your boy down here, he can buy as all drinks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 04:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am here all alone." She says as she gets out and rubs the soft towels over her body, savoring the feel as she dries off. "He's working late.. again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guh, that's even more lame. I know he looks after you, but he should <em>look after you</em>, y'know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:08:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So what do you suggest I do? Put something sexy on and come clubbing?" Sam said with a teasing smile as she looked in her closet. "We could go to Retro and see if that dude you were with is still looking for you. You know.. the one with the big... tattoo?" Not to mention it was a fairly 'safe' place to look for some software, and she was still a bit short. AND it was about 2 blocks from one of her old gear drops. She could walk in, ask about a certain brand of cigars and walk out with some of her old stuff. A few discs, a couple toss away sticks and such mostly. She'd leave the gun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wow, it's like you read my mind!" Cally giggles. "Not a hundred percent about that boy, but we can at least investigate. So yeah, go get loli'ed up, rendezvous in fifty mins?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess so." she drawls as she thinks on things. A nice loli outfit would be a change, and she knew IF Boom spotted her, that it would draw her eye. Not that she was looking for her, she had plans and clearly didn't expect to be done anytime soon. She picked out the right boots, adding several inches of height and started to work on her look. Shame that Samantha hadn't gone for color changing hair, this outfit would have screamed for 'stark white' hair. <br><br>Still, she knew she'd look hot by the time she was done. The perks of an engineered body, and an extensive wardrobe. She tapped out a message to Micheal and headed out the door after slipping in a few 'extras' into her outft that Samantha wouldn't ahve. Tech tools, lock picks, taser and such outside her purse and a nasty can of mace inside it. <br><br>She flagged a cab and idly wondered what Cally would do if they got drunk enough and she put the moves on her. It drew a laugh at the thought, though she didn't expect to try for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 01:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing Cally, she wouldn't mind a quick smooch and stroke, particularly if there were boys watching that it would get a reaction from.<br><br>The autocab starts rolling once her seatbelt is locked, and the screen scrolls the usual list of feeds and updates. <br><br>"Traffic update: Diversion on 23rd." The cab glides smoothly into another lane, onto an overpass getting around the blocked street.<br><br>And through the window, she can see a fiery glare rising from it. A Dorn side company burning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 01:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam felt a bit.. pink in the outfit but her 'Samantha' instincts usually didn't lead her wrong when it came to fitting in. And more often than not it got BB hot and bothered when she was around. She flicked over to the 'at this minute' news feed to see what was going on.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 03:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cairns and Mill health foods was attacked just minutes ago by an unknown team of pro vandals. No lives are believed lost, but rescue and recovery are on scene. Cairns and Mill provide vitamin sups under licence to Dorn, one of the combatants in a hostile buyout across the seaboard..."<br><br>The autocab rolls up to 'Retro Establishment 4', records the payment and opens the door, allowing Sam out.<br><br>Samantha's entrance (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y122/blackandburgundy/Falling/LolitaPink.jpg) turns more than a few heads. Seeing her reflection in the security gate mirrors, she can hardly blame them.<br><br>Cally waits, dressed to match. (http://www.artificeclothing.com/em/shop/prodimages/fwc1.jpg) She smiles cheerfully, waving a candy-nailed hand to get her attention. <br><br>Sam could remember the afternoon in Little Kyoto in the spring when they had their dresses made, in detail. Samantha must have enjoyed it, it was another good memory attached to her new life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 03:52:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My my.. " Sam purrs as she looks her friend over. "Looking like that makes me want to eat you up like cotton candy girl." She says with a laugh. "You sure you're looking for a guy looking like that?" She smiles with a teasing grin as she says it. <br><br>"Come on, I'll buy you a drink and we can make everyone drool."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 04:17:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This works for boys too, as well you know," Cally giggles, then links arms with her to walk into the club. <br><br>Inside the foyer is sound-baffled from the rest of the club, each floor filled with music and decor drawn from the past five decades. Samantha's sense of rhythm is attuned to the last few years. Cally's must be as well, as they start heading towards Area 2010.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 04:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Still, I don't think they would appreciate how hot that outfit is." Sam teases as she lets 'Samantha's' sense of music take control. She still liked her old music, but when she was on 'autopilot' Samantha's taste tended to run in charge. Of course she didn't mind as much as often.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 03:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gahhh, they'd <em>better</em>, it took like forty minutes to get my hair all disordered and bubblegummy alone." Cally flashes a winsome smile as they walk in to the click of Samantha's high heels and the pad of Cally's memory plastic platforms. <br><br>Everyone in the room looks younger than Philip... Samantha and Cally's contemporaries. A fair number of other lolis, all clearly old enough to get in without question and their style playing with their adult status, as well as some other girls and boys making more upfront displays of being past the age of consent. Many of the boys show off perfect sixpacks, while other toy with more classic 'look-at-me-I'm-too-cool-don't-bother-me' styles. Only the crossdressers look even half as interesting as the girls, of course. No change there, but Sam isn't used to being one of the interesting ones.<br><br>And interesting she is, judging by the lingering glances turning on her and Cally as they enter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 03:36:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulls out another lollipop, and grins as she pops in in her mouth. She slips a hand around her friend's waist and walks with her to the bar. <br><br>"Lots of fun here huh?" Sam says with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 00:58:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally smirks, and looks around for someone to buy them drinks. There seem to be a number of viable marks, judging by the mostly male but some female gazes lingering on the girls. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam grins as she leans over to whisper in her friends ear, an arm encircling Cally's waist as she speaks in her ear. She played up her body language as she did so.<br><br>"Want to see how many we encourage and how many are disappointed by us playing the 'couple'?" She asks with a chuckle. "Could be fun to see which boys are determined enough to try and 'woo' us huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perv," Cally giggles, then she jokingly kisses Samantha on the cheek. "Not that I blame you, I do look pretty delectable," she adds with a mock-simper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam chuckles and returns the kiss with one of her own to Cally's cheek. "You are, though I'm sure we can do well enough to find you a boy charming enough to 'woo you from your bossy girlfriend'. <br><br>She takes a pair of drink and offers one to Cally as she looks around for a 'suitable stud' for her girl. "Got any choices in the crowd that you want to 'win' you from me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:38:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, let's see... that trick works on the macho boys most, and the pretty arty boys tend to be all 'hey, lesbians, that's cool, good for them' and not swooping in to save me. Which is like no help at all, don't they know pretty boys will do better with somebody who likes the pretty?" Cally sighs melodramatically, but is obviously not 100% joking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, what do you suggest? I put a collar on you and walk you into the back?" She teases as she sips her drink, wishing again this body had the taste for her old preferred sourmash whiskey. Something to relearn to drink later on, though the drink she did like as Sam were light enough to keep her on her feet for a while. Not a bad choice given her newly acquire 'light weight' standing as Sam too. She missed being able to do so much more physically as Phil. Sometimes it was really hard to believe how much she had changed physically till she considered doing she had once taken for granted.<br><br>"Or we could just play casual and unattainable and you can reel in your own pick."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally laughs at the first suggestion. "If anybody's putting a collar on anybody I should be holding the leash, kitten." <br><br>As thoughts turn to Phil's former preferences, a young man in black and red turns. "Hey, what are you two angels drinking?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, she's looking for a hot guy with endurance." Sam says with a laugh as she moves Cally into view. "You up for the test?" She adds with a teasing smile that hints towards mayhem.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:24:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm willing to try," he says with a grin, admiring Cally. <br>She smiles back, playing coy. "So, about those drinks?"<br>The boy looks askance at Samantha and nods. "Sure thing, what do you both want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Still working on mine... so give me a screaming orgasm to follow this one." Sam says, letting the flirt in 'Samantha' come to the fore. "But she's going to want something with a bit more.. stick to it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 01:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy half smiles at the request, and looks to Cally. "I feel like I should get something jokey now too," she says. "But I'll take a vodkatini," she adds with a wink. <br><br>The boy nods to the barman, who gets to work. <br><br>"I'm Tom. But a poor pauper before princesses..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 01:06:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh we're not all that. I'm set to turn into a scullery maid any day now." Sam says with a laugh as she nudges Cally to take charge and flirt with the boy. "Cally is more of a raging bundle of libido and few or no inhibitions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 01:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cally giggles and makes an exaggerated awkward cringe at that description.<br><br>"Cally, eh? Is that true?"<br>"Ohhhh... it can be," she replies with a little wink.<br>"Well then, I'm definitely plying you with drinks," he chuckles. <br>"Ply away..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 01:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, the redhead is a third wheel," Sam says as she leans in and gives her friend a kiss on the lips before pulling back. "So, you two play naughty here in the dark secluded booth, and I'll go get in trouble elsewhere. Page me.. but only after he's gotten you all hot, sweaty and relieved." She laughs as she waves and walks off.<br><br>She wanted to get some action, but it wasn't like she was cruising a club for herself. She was 'sorta' loyal to her lovers. She enjoyed playing at Samantha with Micheal, who wasn't entired unfun, and she still went all gooey at the thought of BB tying her down for fun.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:15:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she goes, Cally flips up the back of her skirt and gives her a quick, gentle smack on the bottom before lowering her skirt neatly again to let her go. <br><br>As she considers her two lives and two lovers, she can still notice that she's being admired. <br><br>And then her comp bleeps - the ringtone keyed to an incoming call from Michael.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:20:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She savors the 'spanking', surprised that it felt kind of good. She looked at her phone, and took a breath as she focused on being 'old Samantha' and not her actual fused self. <br><br>"Hey honey, I was naughty, Cally was all alone and totally in need of a wingman..er girl to keep the creepy boys away from her." Sam says as she feels the old memories and mannerisms slip over her. Where they once would have been the 'REAL' her, they were a mere echo that allowed her to pass totally as Samantha as needed. "You still stuck doing the deal you were worried about?" She added with a pout at the image in the mirrored wall she was looking at. She both LIKED/DISLIKED the whole outfit. It felt right, but part of her wanted something black, tight, leather and 'dangerous'. The sort of look Phil had liked in a girl.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 00:54:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, deal done, this is me on my way back. And it's good that you look out for your friends. Where are you? I'll meet you there, see how naughty you are..."<br><br>In the mirror she can see she's being admired by quite a few. And envied by others, like the girls whose guys are admiring her, and that casual-look girl in the corner, pretty but not as confident about it as she is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 01:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh you don't have to do that honey.. I'm playing wing-gal. If you're here I can't do that. You know how it goes. As for how naughty I look, you'll see soon enough I'm sure enough." Sam says into phone as she gets another drink, curious to see how the 'casual' girl comes along. "Besides, you'd stick out. Not many Ichi suits worn here."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 01:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See, now you're just teasing me. Which is very mean of you. How about I pick you up in an hour or so?"<br><br>"I'll get that," says a young white-dreaded man in tight black T and olive drab pants as the bartender holds out a hand for money for Sam's cocktail.<br><br>The girl does her best not to look jealous at all that attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 01:54:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honey.. please.. wait at home? I know you mean well but I really don't think this is your scene." She covers to the phone and shakes her head. "I'm fine with paying my own.. the wife tends to get jealous." Winks as she overcovers her phone and takes her drink over. "Tell you what.. if Cally doesn't give me a 'save me text' in an hour I'll come home okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 01:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy smirks. "I'm sure I could reasure her my intentions ae honourable," he chuckles.<br><br>She can hear the smile in Michael's voice. "Okay. Let me know if you have to save her, or you need any help doing so. I'm always happy to ride to the rescue, you know me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 02:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's okay baby..I've got the stunner you gave me and I'm sure it won't cause parts to explode when I poke them this time." She says as glances to the man's groin. "No need at all for you to come down here and shoot someone." Winking again she continues to head over to shy girl. <br><br>"Tell you what.. I come home, you can open a bottle and give me one of your lovely massages okay? I might even let you see the photos I got from daddy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 03:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, it's a date. See you soon. Love you. Bye."<br><br>The boy furrows his brow but smirks as he lets her go.<br><br>The plainclothes girl looks up with a questioning expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 04:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not in the mood for guys tonight and you looked interested." Sam says with a smile. "and cute."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 02:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hm? Oh, uh... was I, sorry, I wasn't... didn't mean to... stare." She starts to blush and lowers her gaze uncomfortably.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 02:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as leans over and impishly takes the girls hand to kiss it, an old 'Phil' trick she used to do. <br><br>"Tell me your name, you sweet thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 02:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushes all the brighter and stammers "Jude" as she slips her hand free.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 02:32:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm Sam.." She smiles as she slides in close and slips a drink in front of Jude. "Tell me Jude, what was it you liked about me? My outfit, my figure.. or do you have me as part of some intricate and interesting fantasy?" It felt nice to be the take charge person in the encounter, she found. IT was like channelling a bit of her old self, very satisfying in a way. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 02:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude bites her lip uncomfortably. "Ah, I... well, erm, I like your outfit. It's very... you really look good in it." A trace of envy mixed in with the discomfort at the apparent come-on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 02:50:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you like to go try one on like it?" Sam asks curiously. "Surely you're not one of those shy co-eds who doesn't thinks she's pretty? Or did I mistake your hungry gaze over my frame as interest?" She asked, a bit of Sam creeping into her 'Phil-style' seduction. She appraised her, trying to get a feel for her body language. She was in the mood to be the seducer, not the seduced. The idea of making this girl over and showing her a 'good time' made Sam tight in places she was just getting used to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 02:57:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude looks up, a flicker, at the suggestion, then her eyes drop again. "I couldn't... I mean, not like you, you're beautiful." She forces a wry smile. "I'd need some serious resequencing to look that good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 03:00:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you let me prove you wrong?" Sam purrs as she stays in close, putting her hand over one of hers. "Let me tell you a secret sweet thing. It's all in the attitude. Why don't you put that pretty little behind of yours in my hands and I'll show you a 'Jude' that you wouldn't recognize."&nbsp; She leans in and nibbles on her ear gently. "And I promise.. you'll like the results."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 03:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She suppresses a yelp at the touch on her ear. "Sorry, I'm not... I'm very flattered but I'm het." She seems embarrassed to admit that she's hetero.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 03:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They all say that when I catch the pretty shy girls looking at me." Sam says as sits back with a pout. "They tease but don't want to play.." She sips her drink and looks at Jude. <br><br>"If you were, you'd have said so when I kissed your hand I think." Sam purred. "Tell me you're not at least a LITTLE curious to see what I could do to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 03:26:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude gulps. "Ah, um, I'd like to <em>see</em> but, um... Um." She stops, clearly trying to think how to phrase this without causing offence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 03:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can do that.. " Sam chuckles. "Would help if I told you I was a guy trapped in this hot body?" She asked with a teasing grin. "How about you take your drink there, settle back and let me show you how to look hot. If you decide later to let me show you how a woman can be the only one to appreciate things..." She lets the teasing drop off. "Come on.. it would be fun, I promise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 03:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42517.msg2665122#msg2665122">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 24-01-2010, 03:30:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We can do that.. " Sam chuckles. "Would help if I told you I was a guy trapped in this hot body?" She asked with a teasing grin. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jude looks surprised, then gives a quick laugh. "Yeah, not really..." But laughing at the idea helps her relax a little.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42517.msg2665122#msg2665122">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 24-01-2010, 03:30:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"How about you take your drink there, settle back and let me show you how to look hot. If you decide later to let me show you how a woman can be the only one to appreciate things..." She lets the teasing drop off. "Come on.. it would be fun, I promise."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jude nods slightly, still blushing, and reaches for her drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 04:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You should be impressed. I normally don't hit on girls so fast." Sam grins as she goes slower with her drink. "And you shouldn't knock it till you've tried it. Tell me you didn't feel all fluttery when I kissed your hand."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um. You're..." She starts again. "You're really confident. I'd have to be chipped or very drunk to be so cool about, um, that." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:22:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, just sit back, relax and let your impulses lead." She says as she finishes her drink. "So Cinderella, want to see what a ball gown looks like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:35:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude giggles slightly, nervously, but she nods. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then finish up your drink dear and we'll sweep you off your feet." Sam says as she pats her affectionately on the leg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um. Okay." She takes a large gulp of her drink and sets it down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 20:13:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Relax Jude, I might tease and flirt, but I don't think I'll go much further, without you wanting it least." She smiles as she offers a hand. "I mean.. what fun would it be if we weren't BOTH getting off on what we're doing?" She adds with a teasing smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 07:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude smiles shyly as she takes her hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 07:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam gives her a winning smile and a mock, not quite' kiss to her hand before pulling her over. Hooking her arm with her own she leads her away. Typing out a 'going to go play' message to Cally, she pings a cab. "So, you want to look all 'loli-pop' like me.. or do you trust me to make you look HOT?" She asked as she pushes the girl into the cab. She was considering tight top and either leather pants or a nice black skirt. Goth, for the shock value, she figured would be best for sweet shy Jude. She'd be more willing to try things if she thought no one could recognize her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 07:53:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um," Jude says, like this is a complete sentence and a full answer. She fastens the seatbelt as Sam gets in beside her, watching the casual grace of Samantha being totally comfortable getting into and out of cars and cabs in skirts and heels. <br><br>"Well... hot could be fun," she admits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 08:04:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well we can try a lot of looks." She grins as she takes in the short hair and slim athletic figure of June. She would look good with something figure hugging up top and some tight pants, not realizing she was making June the 'boy' of the couple.&nbsp; "You can do some tight pants, that would be LOVELY on your legs, add in a pair of boots for the 'don't mess with me' vide." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 00:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do I have a 'don't mess with me' vibe?" Jude asks. "Because, you know, you're messing with me," she adds with a weak smile. "You mean boots like yours? I'm not sure I could <em>walk</em> in those."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 01:11:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's cause I can see the sexy girl who is under that blush." Sam teases with a grin as she leads her in. "And we'll start with smaller boots. But I think you'll find you're a lot prettier than you think." She turns up some of the Samantha and Phil charm. She would enjoy getting the shy girl to see the hottie. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"O-okay," Jude murmurs, being lead in, looking around at the store, at the holodisplays greeting 'Welcome back Samantha, and your new friend, come on in!' She stares at the screen as it shows new selections that would suit Samantha well, like a latex Morticia dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:36:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you..as nice that that is." She looks to Jude. "Would you like me in it honey?" She winks to girl. "Tell me you wouldn't like a pretty girl in black like that on your arm." She looks to the displays. "We want to make her see that she is a fox waiting to be properly wrapped."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of the flesh-and-blood assistants approaches to help as Jude mumbles and looks at her feet. <br><br>"Well, that won't be a problem at all," she assures the girl with a confident smile. "This way for a figure scan and full-length imaging."<br><br>Jude follows, looking around self-consciously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:49:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as she lets the girls of the store work, checking the 'message' drop she and BB use as she waits. Flirting during the poor girl's fitting wouldn't work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One message. "Filtering in, profile forming, news tomorrow night. XOXO"<br><br>Behind her as she waits, the mirrors dress her stored profile image in new possibilities. The Club tab hovered at the top of the screen, with Formal and Day options ready to tap as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 04:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam clicked on the 'club' tab as she tapped out a message through the drop site.<br><br>'Miss you..being naughty and flirty XOXO." Adds in a picture of Jude discretely before turning her eyes back to the task at hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 13:36:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tight synthetics stretch and gleam on her digitised body, starting with a little black dress in higloss, with colour swatches at the side and suggestions for cut, length and other details, and anotehr tab for trying with different styles of hair and makeup.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 17:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles and let's the 'Samantha' side take over the fashion choices as she picked out something that would definitely be 'hot' on Jude, and edged it towards the 'guy' to her 'gal' look. Not that it wasn't hard but her impulses for her style preference for herself was still very 'gal'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 02:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The 'jobbing' submenu brings up a smaller selection of more unisex suggestions suitable for streetwear and harder clubs - jackets, full-length tops, pants, boots with lower heels. Things that might suit Jude, or Booms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 02:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam tunes it for a 'butch' look. She figured it would be nice to have something tight and figure hugging with a jacket to give her a measure of cover and impishly added a pair of high heeled boots. She added an order for June and added her image with the 'simular' look to go with June's outfit as the nano-assemblers set to work. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 03:05:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude's scan uploads as an attachment, allowing her to connect the virtual outfit to the virtual wearer and consider embellishments like makeup, hair and jewellery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 03:11:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as she sits back and lets the system's 'smart system' design her an outfit for clubbing with June. She took a glass of wine from an aid with a smile as she lets it design something 'wicked' for June to see her in. The girl was interested, denials aside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 03:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The comp rezzes her image into a tiny orange stretch dress (http://www.ulorinvex.com/images/galleries/lucietoxic5s.jpg) marked with Toxic warnings and a pair of strappy stilettos.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 04:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as she puts in the order. For some reason Samantha liked loud colors, she wished she could work past that more often, but she was figuring to go with it this time. She knew that might be the draw for Jude as she waited for the outfit to get done. She figured she needed to get the girl to admit her interest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 04:45:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The assistant directs her to the changing rooms as the store's autofact adjusts the dress to cling to her perfectly. "Do you have flatline underwear?" she asks as she leads the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 04:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course." Sam says instinctively. She knew her other outfit needed it. "So, how is Jude's makeover going?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 04:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, she's happy with the clothes, not so sure about the boots, though..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 04:59:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh she'll get used to them." Sam says with a grin as she strips down and dresses in her new outfit. She chuckled as she pulled on the clunky but strangely appealing heels she was wearing. "I'm sure I can make her see why they are just right for that outfit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 05:04:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No doubt."<br><br>The dress fits perfectly, hugging her just right, the plastic shifting length slightly as she moves to keep her covered as she bends over to strap herself into her heels. Retouch makeup, restyle hair, and she's ready to go in less than five minutes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 16:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam dressed, touched up her makeup and hair and headed into the other changing room to see what came out with Jude. She slid along the frame of the door and smiled to Jude. <br><br>"Like what you see? I like what you're wearing." She says with a teasing smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 14:47:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude looks her over. "Uh, yeah, it's different, but it works for you." She sounds a little more relaxed. She's wearing the top and the pants, but the boots sit on the floor. "I'm really not sure about these..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 16:34:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Try them out.. for me?" Sam says with a bit a pout. "You'll find they aren't that bad, I made sure you had a set with a wide base so you won't be stumbling. Besides it doesn't work for the look unless you're taller than me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 02:47:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The look?" Jude echoes, puzzled, as she sits on the small bench to pull on the boots. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 03:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That you're the boss of me." She says with a grin. "totally and completely the boss. I'm supposed to be dainty and all that beside you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 03:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude raises her eyebrows. "Umm... okay. But, uh, surely you're more... boss-like?"<br><br>She slides her right foot into the first of the boots and pulls the straps into place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 03:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know.. I know I like you in that outfit." She purrs as watches her pull on the shoes. "Of course there is the matter of what to do with you afterwards." She hands her a glass from one of the boutigue's sales persons. "Relax, just let things flow and enjoy it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 01:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shifts on her heels as she stands up, testing her balance. The cantilevered wedge heels definitely help.<br><br>She takes the glass with a shy smile to the assistant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 01:57:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bottom's up girl." She says as she gives by example. "You'll have a better time if you do a slight wiggle as you walk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:33:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude frowns jokily at that advice as she takes a sip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sits by her. "Why so glum chum?" She gives her a reasuring hug. "You do look quite sexy. I'm not teasing or being mean Jude. You're pretty..and if you'd just relax a bit you'd see it too." She gives her a quick kiss to the cheek. <br><br>"Really munchable."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:32:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushes a little more at the kiss, but smiles. "Thanks."<br><br>She looks at Samantha. "I wasn't thinking like this. Y'know, I was thinking like you were wearing. Guess it wouldn't work for me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Still you got to admit that you're looking nice and delectable." She had been so sure that she was eying her. Phil's instincts were never wrong. Surely she had just hadn't drawn her out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:10:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno about delectable. see, <em>you</em> look delectable, I look a bit... butch for that. Delectable is kind of... more girly than I look right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Try it out.. be 'strong' be..assertive." She says with a grin. "Take charge of me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles and shakes her head. "Oh yeah, like that's gonna work. I'm not a Drama major."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not acting.. it's confidence honey.. you have to KNOW you're the boss of me and let your instincts take the lead." She leans against her with a chuckle and looks in the mirror. "You know you can do it.. if you just relax and let go. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 18:36:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Erm," she says. "I'm not even confident I can walk in this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 18:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Relax.. " Sam says as she helps the girl start walking. "I got you a full platform, just walk like this and you'll be fine. " She figured as the girl got more confident as she went, and she would unwind a little. Maybe even admit what those looks were really for. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 18:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you say so... girl." Jude forces a smirk and a wink.<br><br>"... Yeah, that needs work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 19:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on Jude.. wag that money maker." She says with a grin. "Let your hair down, it's just me and you here..and you know I'm already on your side."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 19:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She starts giggling at the command to 'wag that money maker'. She tries it, though.<br><br>"Man, this is going to have L-girls chasing me and scaring boys away." She half smiles. "Oh well. You'll still reel in the guys who like to voyeurise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 19:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I might be willing to swap outfits if you want me to be the boss of you." She offers as she gives June another drink.,
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That might be more convincing, but I don't have the legs for it," Jude says with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:41:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah ah.. no 'I don't's tonight." She said with a smile as she put in a new order for both of them. "I'm here to show you what you CAN do." She smiled "Now, for me to give up the 'pretty role' for the 'guy' role, what are you willing to do? Relax a little trust me to not simply ravish your beautiful body."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um. I really don't know. You're the expert." Then she winces and half smiles weakly. "And I said 'I don't' again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:10:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well we'll just have to come up with a punishment I'd enjoy each time you do that." Sam says as she hands her another drink while waiting for their new outfits to be made up and brought to them. She slid her boots off and loosed her hair a bit to let it out in a massive crimson mane of hair. <br><br>"Hmm.. what would I enjoy you doing?" She asks with a wicked grin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude blushes to match Samantha's hair. She bites her lip to stop a reply which probably would have started with another I Don't.<br><br>The menu in the mirror suggests options to vary the precise switch in outfits, like a skirt with the jacket or a different design on the dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles and leans over to give Jude a kiss, on the lips but not pushing it. <br><br>"Poor thing, tell you what. You're off the hook. The wicked teasing girl won't try to expand your horizons tonight. Keep the outfits, they're paid for." She pulls a card from her tiny purse and hands it too her as she ruffles her hair. "I'd like to paint you sometime. I'll even let you wear clothes." <br><br>The Phil part that had been chasing her was still pouting, but she had to admit that poor Jude wasn't sure what she wanted but most likely it was the parts she'd lost with the body transplant. Luckily she was buzzed enough to go home and 'entertain' her man, especially considering it looked like it was him or no one. And she had to admit as she paid and collected her clothes, pausing to blow Jude a kiss, that she didn't have a lot of luck otherwise tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:47:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude takes the card, looking surprised. And maybe a little disappointed, although that might be wishful thinking. <br><br>"Thanks," she murmurs as she pats Samantha's arm. "Are you heading back to the club? Least I can do is show off for you."<br><br>She pauses as the assistant arrives with a hot pink skinhugger dress and matching spike heel boots. "Maybe with a cane to lean on..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll go back only if you're interested in me." She says with a chuckle. "And the heels aren't that bad honey."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:58:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yeah?" She picks them up, sits on the bench, pulls off her pants and puts her feet into them. "We'll see. Bet I can fall over in - " She gets halfway through buckling the second up before she has to stop and start again. "Um, trying to make a point there..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:08:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got 3 pairs of shoes to pick from Jude." Sam says with a grin. "Go with what you like, but dont' assume you're not a sexy and impressive girl. I don't chase the uncute ones. You were enough to catch my eye. And I like to think I'm a good judge of who can be a hottie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude smiles, a little embarrassed but obviously flattered as well. "Thanks." She pulls off the spikes, looks at her own shoes, and pulls on the platform biker boots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not to let to reconsider," Sam teases as she finishes her drink. "I can still whisk you off to a candle lit penthouse for hours of indescribable pleasure and wooing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She fumbles with the ankle strap. "I really wish I had your confidence."<br><br>Then she manages a smirk. "And your boobs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam kneels down to help her with them, teasing her with a view of them. "I did give you the chance to play with them remember?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know." She nods as she is fastened into the fight boots. She straightens up, and reaches down to help Samantha back up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 06:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You still can you know." Sam says teasing as she gallantly kisses Jude's hand. Fliriting was clearly part of her now. She did it so naturely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 07:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl chuckles, seeming more relaxed now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 07:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alas, never to know the tender passions of your lips and tongue teasing my body to paradise." Sam teases as she strikes a pose. "I do expect stories of wild passionate sex with some totally unsuitable man if you're tossing me off for a guy." She says as she breaks the pose and leads the way out. <br><br>"Well I'm off to home and such.. you do all sorts of things I'd like to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 17:20:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jude giggles. "Thank you." She follows Samantha out, walking almost steadily on her platforms. <br><br>The assistant bows as the money system processes the order and gratuity. <br><br>Two cabs are waiting outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 00:17:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got my number if you want to change your mind and be ravished by me." Sam says with a grin as she gives her a quick kiss and puts her in a cab to go where she wants. She watched the girl leave and sighed. As much fin as Micheal was, and he was fun, she just.. lusted for girls too much to be happy with a man.<br><br>"Still, beats being alone I guess." She says as she gets into the other cab and heads home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 00:45:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ride over is quiet, the regular feeds on the screen rolling in muted colours. A message from Cally reads "fear not, I'm safe and well, see you tomorrow night!" And the news reports a break-in at an Alvers Pharma factory, the war is starting to spill out into other companies.<br><br>The lobby of the Benedict Building is also on night lighting, with a member of the security team at the reception desk. He smiles broadly as he sees Samantha, and she can feel his gaze following her.<br><br>And as she reaches her apartment, she can see lights on and hear a hockey game on the AV system.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 01:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kicking off her shoes&nbsp; she walks over and rubs her man's neck, leaning in to give him a kiss.<br><br>"Nearly found me a little minnow, but decided to let her swim free. Grow a bit maybe." She nibbles on Micheal's ear. "So how did your money making scheme go?" She said as she slides into his lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles and kisses her. "Well, I'll be able to keep you in sexy new clothes comfortably." He slides his arms around her waist. "Of course, if I had to work two jobs to do that I would." Then he smirks. "Of course that'd give you more timje to chase girls, so I'd have to be careful..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I tried to bring her home, but she was all 'but I'm straight and NOT at all checking you out like THAT." Sam says with a roll of her eyes. She still thought that June was a resident of 'Denial-town'. "She was a sweet little thing too, you'd have thought she was a cute as button too. I spent time with daddy too, so I got my photos back. And before you ask, yes I saved them where another EMP won't get them this time." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:08:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Attagirl." He held her close, sharing the warmth of their bodies through his silk shirt and her memory plastic dress. "Any embarrassing ones I haven't seen yet?" he asked with a chuckle, then nuzzled her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:11:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nope, those are all hidden behind my secure login. As are the ones on Daddy's system. I was very thorough this time." She giggled as she let her 'Samantha' side guide her instincts. It was easier to channel Samantha, though she was clearly in control now. She found him comforting, and had mostly eliminated him as the person that did this too her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, no fair. I know for a fact that my mom showed you everything she had. Including the video from my school play." He chuckled, then shifted to kiss her again. "Besides, since when did you exhibit a sense of shame?" he laughed as he rested a hand on her thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So sorry.. I don't recall agreeing to such a thing." Sam says with a throaty chuckle as she lets him kiss her. "I'm immune to such arguments."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What can I get you to agree to?" Michael laughs, caressing her thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That you will not seek after these so called 'embarrasing photos." Her finger pokes his chest as she grins. "Or there will be no more nookie for you mister."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:30:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls her into his lap. "Well, I guess in that case, I'll just have to call off the search." He tracks kisses down her neck. "Of course, if somebody sends them along anyway, that doesn't count." He smiles teasingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True.. but you might still have to pay the cosequences, because we both know how sneaky a man you are...and do you want to risk missing out on me?" She rubs her breasts against his chest, savoring the tingle they were creating. She enjoyed the rush of power that she got from something like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I really don't," he chuckles as he leans up to kiss her, sliding his strong arm around her small waist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam slipped into 'Samantha' role and savored this kiss. If she had been less taken by BB from the start, he'd be perfect. And she had to admit it was easier to see herself as a woman and enjoy being with a partner of either gender than it had been. She was still a bit worried that he had something to do with this body but more and more she simply wished to be free of any life by the one she chose.<br><br>Samantha's was to be a trophy wife someday and she didn't really fit in that role. Even before her awareness of who she had really been slid in. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the perks for the moment, she added as she let his hands wander over her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 02:11:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels him pick her up, holding and kissing her as he carries her to the bed and lays her down. <br><br>"New dress, very nice... know how to get out of it?" He grins as he pulls off his shirt, showing off his lean, fit body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 02:16:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This old thing? I just bought it to seduce this sweet little shy girl who was checking me out." She pouts as she runs a finger down the side of it, parting it as the smart fasteners. "I didn't get her, must be losing my sex appeal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 02:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not from where I'm standing," Michael chuckles as he kicks off his jeans, lifts her out of the now-opened dress, lays her on the bed and slips inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 02:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're biased. You just want to have sex with me." She adds with a mock pout as she slips out of her bra and panties. Not that she blamed him, she looked intoxicatingly hot. That was the hardest part about leaving Samantha behind, coming up with a new look that she'd like. She definitely liked the idea of going Asian like BB wanted. A cute little 'office girl' for her perhaps? Long sleek black hair, skin like ivory with deep liquid eyes that BB would just melt over.<br><br>"Don't stop trying though, I need my ego balmed." She said with a wicked smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 23:56:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Course I do. Proves you have sex appeal, eh?" He smiles as he thrusts into her, doing his best to stimulate her as well as himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:55:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or that you're really horny." She teases back with a knowing smile. Of course she was sexy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That too," he grins as he pushes again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 03:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just keep up the good work honey." She says as she wraps her legs around him and pulls him in for a savage kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:35:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bends to return the kiss as he thrusts harder, showing his year of practice in pressing her buttons.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:53:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And she had to admit that he was quite good at that. Pushing her buttons, even knowing who she had been and what had been done to her. It was a great feeling, she lay back and let him ride her like Phil had done so many women over the years. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 04:05:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He came before long, but rather than just pulling out, he pressed on to keep stimulating her, obviously wanting her to follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 06:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled him in for long hungry kiss as she came. It wasn't as big a rush as BB doing her, but then she didn't love him like she did BB. An truth be told she was still into girls more than guys, but she had to admit that they had their perks as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 20:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He relaxes as she kisses him, having felt her trembling reaction. He slides his arms around her, holding her, smiling at her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 22:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sated, she churls into his arms, and snuggling in his arms she falls asleep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 05:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hears him murmur "I love you" as she starts to drift off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 21:12:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiled as she slid off to sleep, feeling secure in her lover's arms. Not as good as BB but a good second choice. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 02:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wakes to Michael's tailored online radio station's 'activity cycle' section playing a two-year-old Empty Vs. D99 mashup through the surround speakers, and his strong arms twitching as he wakes as well.<br><br>"Off," he groans. "Do you need up, or should I let you snooze?" he adds with a gentle whisper, not leting her go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 02:13:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You best get up.." She checked her internal 'schedule' to make sure her classes were due or not. "I figure you have something to do at the office." She impishly pinches him<br><br>"Besides you have to spend some time away from me to recover."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 02:45:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd rather put on a recovery patch and go at it again," he laughs, kissing her. His hand rests on her right buttock as he pulls back.<br><br>Samantha's schedule indicates a study group at 10 a.m., and that it is currently 7.46. And that she has three messages waiting, one with no ident code.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 02:47:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I say go forth and earn money and show your worth.. shoo." She says as she gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom, opening the messages as she starts showering up. Definitely a nice way to wake up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 02:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, Mistress." He winks and his hand slides across her bottom as he lets her go, heading into the secondary shower cubicle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 02:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alone in the shower, she almost decides to join him in his shower but she had him trained and it wouldn't do to break that training. Concentrating in the implanted systems in her head, she linked wiht her secure systems, now greatly updated since she recalled her skills as Phil, and checked her messages.<br><br>She hoped the unidentified one was BB.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 03:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cartoon bomb icon rotating in place of a caller ID suggests it is. A virtual femme voice purrs. "Feed beginning. Time for lunch today, say two? Wear something sexy."<br><br>The others are from Cally: "Hey kitten, home safe an' sound with a new call ID. Hope your boy's keeping you warm tonight. See you in the morning."<br><br>And a boy who sounds Samantha's age, identified by the tag as Ty. "Hi, it's Ty, will you be at Graphic Design this afternoon? Gimme a beep back."<br><br>The programmed water soothes and refreshes at once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 03:49:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as she sends an image of the outfit she wore last night to the first one, knowing that BB would love it. She replied to Cally's with a 'good for you, did you score'? question.<br><br>She added a reply to the one to Ty assuring him she was coming to class and finishing up her shower quickly. She dressed with an outfit that would go from 'classes' to 'sexy' with little work and settled down for breakfast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 15:48:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a little thought, she chooses a strappy top and above-the-knee skirt (http://ulorinvex.com/images/galleries/diabapril3s.jpg). <br><br>Michael gets out of the shower, drying off his short hair, as she finishes her makeup with practised ease. He must have seen her in the outfit a dozen times, but he still stops and smiles as he looks at her. "Early start today, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 19:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some of us like to be dressed for breakfast occasionally." Sam teased as she finished up the make up. She wondered waht sort of look she'd try for once she got a body scult to be the 'cute Japanese' girl for BB.<br><br>"Besides." She said as she leaned over to give him a quick kiss. "I figure I'd head over to the school to see how my major change paper work was going."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 13:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can drive you if you'd like," Michael suggests, returning the kiss and putting an arm around her before letting her sit back down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 18:24:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know.. what will I do to hide my harem of men on campus if you drive me over to it?" Sam teases as she hooks her arm in his, looking like she was thinking hard. "I guess the orgy on the front steps will have to be canceled."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 02:58:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirks, and moves around to kiss her. "You really are too cute," he murmurs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Am not.. I'm beautiful." She said with a laugh as she kisses back. "But seriously I have to get to class."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 03:22:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, let me just get my shoes on." He smiles as he releases her to put on his shoes and shrug on his jacket.<br><br>"You know, you are..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:51:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Beautiful? Talented? Seriously sexy?" She purred as she waited for him to finish up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:55:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All of the above." He slides an arm around her as he stands. "Come on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Smart mam." She purred as she let him lead down to the elevator with a chuckle. "Just remember that and you'll do fine. And also what I says goes" She leans against him, feeling very comfortable, but looking forward to finding out what BB found out
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured that out a long time ago, kitten," he chuckles, holding her close as they step into the elevator and its starts its descent. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like I said.. smart man." she said with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 02:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flashes a grin, then leans in and kisses her neck, just the way she likes it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 03:10:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, careful.. too much of that and I'll forget myself." She grinned. "I have classes and you have work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 16:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, just can't resist." He smiles back, tracking kisses down to her neckline. He stops as the elevator reaches the lobby, but doesn't let go of her hand as they walk out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 18:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wicked man." She purred as she lets him walk her to the car. "You know they watch the camera feeds in the elevator."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 14:23:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which is why that's all I'm doing." He rests a hand on the smal of her back as he guides her out, with a cheerful nod to the receptionist as they pass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 18:11:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Such a shame. You might wind up with a new career. SimStar." She says with a laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 23:50:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you'd be the bigger draw. I'm not showing quite as much leg for one thing." He smirks as he holds the passenger door of his Apollo for her, his eyes straying to her legs as he mentions them, watching her take a seat before closing the door for her and walking around to get in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 18:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I think you'd look nice in a pair of hose, but we'd have to trim the hair down first." She teased as she watched the roads go by. Part of her was playing role of Samantha as she kept an eye the way things were going. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 04:36:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirks as he pulls into traffic, logging on to the automated traffic guidance system to get through the morning rush more efficiently. He keeps his hand on the wheel as the autopilot takes over, though.<br><br>"I fear I'll have to bow to your superior hotness in that respect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 19:13:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Smart man." Sam purred as she watched the flow of traffic and instinctively noting where it was going. She was almost completely Sam but could hold up the 'Samantha' facade without any problem. She wondered if her 'creators' knew about that facet of what they had made. "You okay with me going into matrix design? I figure it would be a lot more fun.. I mean creating worlds and such." She grinned at the idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 03:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever you want." He grins. "Though I kinda hope you'll still model for other people still doing physical designs," he adds with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 22:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can model, it's good money and all that." She says with a grin. "And the design bit helps when we go respectful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 04:44:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles warmly as she grins. "That was one of the first things I liked about you - your confidence."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 21:31:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I like it too." She grinned as she watched the city go by. "I do admit that I'm going to have to work to catch up with the new course load though. I might actually have to use my brain some too! I do wish they came up with a trode set that didn't muss up your hair though." After all, she didn't want anyone knowing she was already outfited with an interface jack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 02:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's always the old glove and glasses setup, if you don't need all-body touch or smell. Not much good for cybering, of course," he adds with a mischievous smile. "But I don't mind waiting to get my physical arms around you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 02:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well we'll see what comes of it, I know there is a big retro movement going on and we can do things with that for a while." She grinned. "And the school prefers us to do it the 'old way' rather than the 'easy new way'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 00:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I think it's meant to be educational or something." He winks. "If everybody did it the easy way we'd all have skillchips... and there'd be nobody to make new ones."<br><br>They exit the flyover, and the light on the dashboard goes green as an electronic voice says "restore manual control?" Michael presses the button, and takes the wheel again as he starts driving through the university district.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 18:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know there will always be folks who like doing stuff the hard way." Sam says with a grin. "Of course skillsofts aren't as good either, you can't innovate on it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 03:18:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I do always like seeing you come up with something new."<br><br>They reach the campus, and the gate scans for ID, reading hers and opening up.<br><br>Michael looks for somewhere to let her out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 17:04:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks for the ride.. go do the corporate money making thing you an daddy do." She says as gives him a quick kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 23:42:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles as he parks in the loading area. "Yes, m'lady." He returns the kiss, stroking her hair, then watching her go before pulling away from the kerb.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 01:36:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had to admit that he was well trained, but she doubted he'd back her if he knew the truth about who was doing the thinking in her head these days. Of course right now she had programming class to attend to she reminded herself as she slid back into Samantha's routine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:24:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All around her are young people, most of their styles visible indicators that they're well off enough to be fulltime students rather than studying online while working or relying on skillsets. The campus seems like a haven of relaxed, untroubled lives, as natural a home to Samantha as clubbing with her friends or sleeping in with her man. The concerns of the real world feel quite distant, especially so in the arts blocks that seem so vibrant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam slides into the crowd and let's her Samantha instincts guide her though the crowd and enjoys letting her 'hair down' so to speak. She was quickly recognizing other class mates and people she had encountered before Sam had gotten free of the programming. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her memories of being here as Samantha seem entirely real - she knows how to be her at school because she has been her for so long, it now feels entirely natural. If anything, her other life seems strange and remote in these surroundings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 02:15:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And she made the effort to remember while she was Sam, a fusion of Samantha and Phil, she WASN'T the sex toy girl that someone had made her to be. Not, she reminded herself, that there was anything bad about sex. She headed into the building proper as she mentally pulled up her scedule and considered what to do next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 02:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would be easy enough to arrange a meeting about changing major, best to do it before committing to another year after all... but long-term planning includes the suggestion of spending another year being this girl. Then again, the virtual design course would be more useful to her other activities... but then, she's nearly at the door of her visual design course now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Humming to herself, as she walks into the building. Time to get started, too bad she was still waiting on the cutting software to hack the school systems but she wasn't connected to the programmers as Sam. Kind of funny considering how many of them were her 'gofers' in the day. She felt better having 'jack, even hidden, though and was looking forward to using it again. <br><br>Coming up to her advisor's door she knocks politely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come in," says Ms. Nashima's voice from inside. Samantha knows her quite well - fortyish, although probably ten years older than she looks, divorced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:27:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi, did you get my email?" Sam says as she slips in to look around, feeling a bit more comfortable as she looked around. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:30:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, yes." Her tutor gestures to the chair on the out side of her desk. "And this is a good time to move focus, although I admit I'll be sorry to see you go. And a little surprised as well, you always seemed to like working on physical mock-ups."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:42:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well you can get more done in a world where the phsycial laws aren't always static. And it's something new, I feel .. empowered by it." Sam says with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:54:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright. This is a time for empowering." She nods. "If you change your mind, I'm sure you can catch up in double time anyway." She smiles encouragingly, reminding Samantha of how good and helpful she's been all year.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I appreciate it. I looked over the requirements and I only need a few classes to make the change over. I checked out the classes online and it seems easy enough." Of course it was, she could core code most of the stuff they required in her head, add in the cyber and she could do the remaining classes and be done with her degree in a few weeks. As Samantha she could do it in under a year if she 'pushed' things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope so. In my experience if something looks easy I've missed something," Ms. Nashima says with a self-deprecating smile. "But I know whatever you do, you'll do well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I'm an overachiever aren't I?" Sam asked, Samantha was a gifted student. Definitely a plus given how much of her brain was actually not Sam's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:31:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better than the alternative," her tutor chuckles. Another reminder of how well Samantha has lived her life that was once Phil's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:41:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I best get to my study group." She says with a grin as she heads out, checking her messages. She really wanted to skip and hang with BB but then she had picked up Samantha's libido and her own feelings for BB made it hard to behave the way she had. She slid into the study room and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 00:27:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All her fellow students smile as she comes in. "Love the look," says one of the girls, and the out guy beside her nods in agreement and laughs "wish I could pull it off myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 00:32:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honey.." She posed with a grin. "All it takes is time, patience and in your case, a LOT of surgery." She teases as she takes a seat and waits for the session to start.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 01:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One o' these days," Donnie laughs as he settles back.<br><br>Ms. Szolinski strides in, in her usual black minimalist ensemble, always playing the designer rather than the star because she knows that draws the trained eye in a room full of colour.<br><br>"Morning all. Bit of generational history, the postwar New Look of the late 1940s..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 03:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam settles in and starts enjoying the class<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 02:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently it was an end to postwar austerity and practicality. It looks like an excuse for big skirts and tiny waists, an encouragement not to be sensible but to be impractically princessy, leading to the classic 50s silhouette that looks almost Victorian.<br><br>And feels it, Sam realises, remembering wearing corsets and girdles and petticoated skirts. Looking a knockout in them too...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 02:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned at the idea of something 'classic'&nbsp; to wear for her lovers, but found her tastes more towards leather and synthetics than the old style fabrics of the time. She wondered if she could do the hair her own way based on what she saw.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 02:33:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She can envision herself doing that... and that green satin frock in that next slide would look amazing next time they go out to dinner somewhere fancy... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 03:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Retro isn't in, she reminds herself as she thinks of the fun that she and BB could have with a more modern take on the look in the next image. She was in control, not Samantha. Definitely not THE next outfit, she thought as the mix of pastels appeared. ICK.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:15:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although, with a contrasting underskirt, shoes and makeup... There isn't a look in the presentation she couldn't rock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:19:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed, with her body it wasn't hard to rock period. She wondered why she was fixated on it right now though, as she made notes for the class. She was pretty good at controlling her Samantha side. Well living with it's fashion sense, she missed the 'slinky leather' look that Phil preferred in his women. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:22:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paying attention in class seems to exacerbate it, make her focus on what she could or might wear. And it would be fun...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wondered why she was reacting so heavily, given that the memory core was offline. She kept up her studious method as she tapped out a few discrete lines of code in her data pad to see if there was anything beyond normal imagery there. This wasn't right, she hadn't reacted like this at all. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing immediately obvious... it could be learned behaviour that the programming had encouraged, Samantha's interest in the subject - and her vanity - being part of Sam now, being in class for the first time since waking up reminding her of it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tapped out a small program to monitor that feed for anything htat might be triggering this off.&nbsp; She settles in for the rest of the class and nips on her inner lip to keep from wandering off on some tangent about the clothing.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 01:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"World War Two brought mass production of clothing as part of the war effort. This continued into the Fifties, and meant anyone could buy designer clothing pret-a-porter for the first time." This time Ms. Szolinski actually has some examples. "See how they feel." She wheels out a mannequin in a gold satin evening gown, which smells faintly of perfume... which Sam knows she could fit into pretty well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam continues making notes and studying the outfit as she thinks about that. Adding a very Phil note to slap whoever left that programming in her personality. She liked the current 'Street Chic' but Samantha's tastes creeped in too often.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And this trickled down to street fashion for your age group and younger. The New Look lead to the circle skirt, flared out with starched petticoats, and at some point someone put a felt poodle on one..." <br><br>The memory of wearing a petticoated loli skirt last night is still pleasantly fresh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 19:08:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam struggled to hold on from her day dreaming. It was a bit annoying, she felt, to be fixated on clothing like this. Another thing to 'thank' her sponsors about. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course, her boyfriend and girlfriend would both flip seeing her in that cute little polka-dot halterneck dress... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 00:35:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed as she pushed the daydream aside and struggled to keep her mind from wandering too much. But it was so damn distracting to be seeing the outfit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 03:25:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, at least that next one wouldn't work for her. Maybe Cally, but not her.<br><br>Finally, the lecture moves on to menswear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 18:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives a mental sigh as her attentions are drawn to the menswear. Definitely a relief after the torrent of retro fashion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 01:47:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael would look really Cary Grant in a grey three-piece suit... Daddy probably wore something like that to work sometime...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 19:30:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing she tries to focus on the classwork, making a note not to take any classes like this in the future. However fun they might be. She definitely made a silent point to hurt the men who programmed her impulses like that too. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 19:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, that's all we have time for. Thursday we'll be looking at American and western European style in the Sixties."<br><br>According to the timetable she has a break before a lecture on abstract art.<br><br>"Samantha, can you come early on Thursday, you'd be a great model for one of the outfits I have." Ms. Szolinski smiles casually, obviously expecting her to agree happily.<br><br>Holly and Ken wait for her at the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 00:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll see what I can do." She said with a smile. "I not sure what my schedule will be like but I'll email you when I find out."<br><br>She waves as she goes to join her friends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lecturer nods.<br><br>"Wish she'd ask me," Ken sighs melodramatically, then laughs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 03:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trust me.. you wouldn't fit." Sam teased with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 22:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe someday, when they finally figure out telepresence properly... I can finally go out with you in a telebody and get hit on by hetboys." He smiles wistfully. "Till then I'll just have to stick to being their <em>secret</em> crush."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 22:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Nah, just get the plumbing rework and be the girl you want to be." Sam says with an impish grin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 01:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd prefer to keep my options open," he winks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 06:52:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I think you'll be fine as you are honey." Sam says with a grin as she walks with her friends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 23:28:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're just saying that because you don't want the competition," he laughs. <br><br>Holly rolls her eyes, then chuckles along. "<em>Annnnny</em>way, what's up next?" She looks at the screen on her wrist comp. "Oh yeah, rapid prototyping. I wish fashion hist. was the last class, it's so the highlight of the day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 00:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Prototyping can be fun." Sam said as she walked with them. "All sorts of things could be made from the class."<br><br>She grinned as she headed to class with them. "I mean, we can go from buttons to all sorts of goodies."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 02:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gonna finish up that pair of boots you've been humming and hawing over half the semester?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 07:09:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't hurry perfection." Sam says haughtily. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 20:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You do if you want to be wearing the outfit at the final marking show and not just showing your drawings."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 21:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I don't you MIGHT make top grade in the class. If I do.. I'll break the curve." Sam points out with a grin
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 21:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You an' your curves," Holly tuts and smirks.<br><br>All about them, students come and go, the boys often giving Samantha a second look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 22:44:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like yours too." Sam teases back. "Variety is the spice of life remember?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 03:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly pats her teasingly on the rump as they carry on.<br><br>Her comp beeps, incoming call. Dee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 19:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam flips her hair out of the way as she pops in her phone's earwig and smiles. <br><br>"Go girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 14:20:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey kitten, we good for lunch today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 20:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure, want to meet at the bistro here on campus" She asked as she stopped outside her class. It was a nice discrete little spot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 23:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure thing, round about one. Say hi to folks for me. Kiss noise!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 21:10:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You too." Sam says with a chuckle as she lets her friend go. It was weird to play some many roles sometime, but there was more than a bit of luck in that her hardware let her do it well enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 23:00:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly and Ken look at her as she finishes her call.<br><br>"Intimate lunch with a handsome gentleman?" Ken asks with a smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 22:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A hottie friend." Sam says with a chuckle. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 02:42:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, no fun," Ken pouts, and then chuckles. "Should we ride along?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 05:42:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think it could be fun.. more folks more fun." Sam says with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 06:31:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's a date then. Anyway, rapid pro, your public awaits." He holds the door for the two young ladies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 04:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smirks as she saunters into the class room to get the best location to supervise the class in. <br><br>"Going to dilly dally around?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 01:56:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ken nods. "Well, I am one to dally."<br>"And you're kind of a dilly," Holly smirks.<br>"I don't even know what that means," he sniffs faux-airily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 02:49:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Take it as a good thing." Sam said with a grin as she took her seat and pulled out her notes to look over before class, to refresh herself on what she was doing now. She wished Samanatha was a more 'practical type' than she seemed to be though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 03:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was working up a pair of knee-length PVC boots designed to print around a lining, to go with the minidress she had already finished designing. She was at the stage of considering colours. Supergloss black or red, hot pink, virginal white or liquid silver seemed to be her main ideas. And she knew she would look fantastic in any of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 03:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wished again, to find the person responsible for her condtion as she let her insticts go over the outfit options. She missed the slick leather street chic fashions she went with as Phillip, though she couldn't avoid her new tastes in clothing. She toyed with the colors for a while before settling on the black color scheme, knowing that both her lovers were turned on by that sort of super glossy black
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 03:30:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe pay the extra for the black to take home, and make one of the colours for the class exhibit... get some pictures taken wearing both for the show, of coruse...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 04:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sensing a 'Samantha' impulse she pondered sticking with one color. But it was good to spot and manage the impulses she told herself as she picked out the silver as well. Learning to handle them would let her&nbsp; gain more control over time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 04:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It looks like the shape of the boot is pretty much done, just a question of deciding on and placing fasteners. Zips on the back? Maybe a pair of buckles on the outside top... Or go with the variation that doesn't need fastening, just pulling on and off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 04:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One point Samantha and Phil agreed on was clasps and snaps. She figured that would look good. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 16:27:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It looks like she was considering a short jacket as well, or opera gloves, then rejected both, leaving her arms bare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 17:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She toyed with the idea of adding them back, trying to get a feel for the look of the jacket and gloves. She figured if she was going to get her 'Samantha' impulses under control she had to intergrate Phil's outlook with Samantha's. She knew that the jacket would have appealed to Phil quite a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 15:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would give her something else to slip off, to show off her bare back and low neckline when she did. Maybe a contrasting colour for the jacket?<br><br>The virtual mirror on one wall of the classroom would give a decent indication of how it might look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 19:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picked up her pad and walked over, picturing the mix of glossy black and red as the combination that would be best. It appealed to both parts of her, the part that was Phil and the program that had been Samantha for a year. She knew it would flatter the figure she had, and more importantly it was a look that would drive BB wild.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 19:50:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And Michael too. And half the het boys on campus would love to see her in one of these variations, maybe the pink...<br><br>The mirror scanned her, confirmed her identity as Samantha, and virtually removed her clothes, leaving her reflection naked apart from discreet blurred areas.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 19:58:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tapping in her commands, she let the mirror dress her with the outfit, preferring the sharp color mix of red and black to pink, despite Samantha's impulses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 00:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It definitely suited her. Of course she could easily test any and every colour while logged in to the mirror.<br><br>Ken and Holly, and some of the other students, paused and observed as she posed to see how the virtual dress, boots and jacket moved on her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 18:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like?" Sam asked as she uploaded a few sample patterns, like the US flag, to the dress and played with the look a bit more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 15:04:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very sexbomb," Holly nodded. <br><br>"You got it baby, flaunt it," Ken agreed.<br><br>"Can't wait to see you in the real thing," another of her classmates, Janek, added with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 19:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that is the truth isn't it?" She purred as she posed and watched the virtual image go back and forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 00:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lecturer clapped her hands, a reminder that the session was almost over and it was time to save their work. She had just happily spent the better part of an hour tweaking a dress and accessories. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 19:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking herself clear of the 'Samantha impulses' she picked up her stuff and checked the time. Was it time for her lunch date already she asked herself as she sent images to Micheal (and BB) of her holoimage in the new outfit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 01:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sure enough, time to head across campus and hook up with her friends.<br><br>She does have a lot of friends, some of them very close... so many people who only know Samantha. People Phil probably never would have met.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Question was, she mused, who put her in Samantha. This was entirely too radical a procedure for someone to just pick a person at random. It was either done to punish Phil or to keep Samantha running around. It was looking more and more like she'd have to vanish to see who started looking for her afterward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:56:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More people than looked for Phil, most likely. Who apart from Booms and Jake had even noticed he was gone?<br><br>There were as many with Samantha now, and as many waiting for her at the concession stands. Cally and Dee step over to meet her with kisses on both cheeks. "Hey Sugar Rush," Cally grins. "How's tricksy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:08:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh just peachy honey. What did you think was going to happen with someone as hot as me wandering around would do?" She grinned as she moved the girls to a booth and ordered a small salad and bottled water. "What was class like for you minxes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 16:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very restful," Dee chuckles and takes a swig of her Zero.<br><br>"Well, <em>I</em> for one am exploring new boundaries of expression," Cally says faux-snootily. <br><br>Ken rolls his eyes. <br><br>"Fear not, Kendo, we'll be out of your hair product this afternoon," Cally smirks. <br><br>"You're just jealous because Ryan swings me way," he laughs, then exaggerates checking his hair, then grins. <br><br>All around, similarly gossipy though less theatrical conversations go on at every table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 00:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh don't be like that.. " Sam said with a grin. "Plenty of fish out there for you both. So behave or I'll smite you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 16:17:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, my queen," Cally grins and nods her head in mock obeisance.<br>"I thought <em>I</em> was your queen," Ken laughs.<br><br>Dee smirks. "So, how long till the big show anyway? She says trying to change the subject from these two fighting over a biboy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 00:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please.. you're merely a minion, accept your place in my high regard and be happy." She teases back as she makes a 'poo-poo' motion with her hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 06:21:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ken chuckles and shakes his head. Cally rolls her eyes and half smiles. Holly and Dee share a look and smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:03:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm only telling the truth." Sam says with the 'Queen' attitude going. She enjoyed playing the role occassionally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 00:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ken bows and kisses her hand. "You know, you <em>would</em> totally work a gown and tiara."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 06:04:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well of course.. I'm built for the whole experience." Sam said continuing her regal demeanor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 06:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something to consider for the end of term show," Holly chuckles. "Maybe the Red Queen from Alice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 06:52:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Off with his head!" She said in a regal tone broken by her giggle. Definitely what she wanted to do to the person who made her over into this. While she was enjoying life, and it was nice to have something like she had with BB and Micheal, it was still not her life really. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 00:46:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ken points out his neck and makes a pouty face.<br><br>"Oh, like you count as a <em>he</em>," Cally laughs.<br><br>"Man enough for your boyfriend," he chuckles.<br><br>Dee is the only one who spots the wince almost hidden by Samantha's giggles. But she says nothing, as Samantha's comp beeps. <br><br>New message from BB. "Infil taking longer than expected. News tomorrow earliest. Sorry, dollface."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 00:42:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sighed inwardly, she was tempted to go BB hunting irregardless. She tapped in a response as she smiled at her friend's antics, that let BB know she was missing her a lot and wanted to 'play' soon.&nbsp; All the while she was all smiles and adding to the jokes going on with the group.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 22:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sexting your boy?" Cally asks as she sees her ponder her response. "I do feel sorry for him having that deadsville office job. Don't know how he copes. Fantasising about you as a sexy secretary aside..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, he'd be bored doing stuff like we do. He enjoys being a troubleshooter." She grinned as she put the phone away, knowing her new code would wipe any trace of her message to BB.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 02:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, good for him." Cally smiles breezily. "I bet he just likes being a good sugar daddy," she adds with a naughty chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 18:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't need a sugar daddy, remember?"&nbsp; Sam grinned. "I figure that it's more a mutually enjoyable experience accord."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 01:02:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, you <em>wuuuuv</em> him," Dee giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 04:44:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you lust for him." Sam teases back. Did she? Well sorta, but it was second hand. Samantha loved him. She loved BB then him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, he wishes," Dee smirks. <br><br>"Given the choice, I bet he doesn't," Cally laughs.<br><br>"Bitch," Dee chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 21:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh poo..you lot are just as bad as my dad. Surprised you aren't asking me why I'm not giving him <br>my ring size at every meal and phone call."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:49:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, we know he already knows, Mrs. Connolly," Cally laughs. "And you've had your dress picked out since you were five." <br><br>She sighs wistfully. "Not that I'm <em>jealous</em> or <em>anything</em>... but dammit, where's <em>my</em> perfect man?"<br><br>"And can I borrow him?" Ben adds with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 02:41:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe you just need to keep looking honey. He might show up sooner or later." Sam made a note to make sure she checked up on Micheal when Sam finally did her fade and vanish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would break his heart, after all.<br><br>Cally sighs again, exaggerating even more. <br><br>"Oh no," Dee groans. <br><br>And then Cally starts to lightly sing "Someday my prince will come..."<br><br>The rest of her friends throw chips and balled-up paper towels at her until she stops, laughing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You never know. Maybe you should have me ask Micheal if he has any guys on the loose for you." She grinned wickedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought he was the only remotely cool guy in his company? Or was that just him trying to sound remotely cool?" she adds with a smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 03:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't ask me, I'm biased." Or rather, programmed, she told herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, he must be at least a little cool to have you," Cally notes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:54:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that is true, but then you all are cool enough to know me." She teases back. As nice as Micheal was, she wanted some time with BB right now. She was feeling trapped in Sam's life, a life she HADN'T chosen for herself. With BB it was all her choices that mattered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:57:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The crowd around her moves, lunch break coming to an end. Maybe tonight... but she still has the afternoon before that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiled and returned to her 'game role' of the aspiring student who was determined to do well in a new field. She went to class and clearly settled into the role that her captors had set her in. She was able to use Samantha's skills and Phillip's intelligence to work her way though the classwork with distressing ease. Good thing, she told herself, that she was working several things at onc e or she'd be terribly bored. Acting as Samantha and working the long game kept her from getting bored or distracted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graphic Design allows her to use a comp at least.<br><br>Ty, the boy who asked if she would be there, proves to be a Namibian-LA boy with short braids and a disarming smile. While his eyes sometimes rest on her cleavage, he mostly seems keen to genuinely work together on a presentation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course she couldn't use her hidden jack or show the more 'elite' programming skills she had in her head. Which galled her, but still she was able to do more than enough to show that she was improving her skills.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 01:50:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ty takes his share of the work, offering suggestions, mostly relaxed with her but sometimes acutely aware of her physicality as she moves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 01:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Impishly, she wonders what he'd say if she asked him what her eye color was. Would it be a color or would it be a bra size?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pauses and raises an eyebrow. "What are you smiling about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:32:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I'm just thinking how well the project is going along." Sam says with another smile. "Just thinking about how easy it's been."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you've got me to... know how well you're doing," he chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure.." She impishly puts on her shades. "Just tell me what color my eyes are?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:56:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Blue," he says. Correctly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 03:17:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured I had better check." Sam says with a laugh. "You're always looking elsewhere."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 03:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, ah, well, ah..." he flusters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 03:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I bet most times you couldn't tell me my lipstick color since you're always looking at my chest." Sam teased as she finished up her part of the work. "Not that you're the only one. And at least you don't leer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 03:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushes slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 03:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just relax and go with the flow, and stop looking down my top while we're working."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 03:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry." He smiles awkwardly, looks down her top on instinct and quickly looks elsewhere. At her left ear, more or less. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 03:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't forget to breath while you're at it." Sam teased.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 04:09:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flustered and looked away. "Sorry, you're just... aagh, I suck." He looked back at her. "You're... the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I put on my shoes the same as you, one at a time." Sam says with a laugh. "And trust me, you'll see prettier girls on the vid."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I doubt it." He smiles and shakes his head. "Sorry. Awkward, boundaries..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trust me.. I've seen prettier girls." Sam said as she resumed her portion of the work.&nbsp; "Just relax and remember I'm <br>spoken for."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:35:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can't blame a guy for trying." He half smiles and goes back to his part of the task.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:43:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She works quickly and easily, her mix of Samantha and Phil allowing her to build her part of the project with ease that she might not have normally had. <br><br>"Guess I'm picking up a knack for this.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 02:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See, smart is sexy." Ty grins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 02:40:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm just smart and sexy though." She points out with a wide grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which is just not fair on the competition."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:14:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's how I was build." She says with a wicked grin, having a laugh at the irony of it. She was made into this, and she figured <br>she'd enjoy it while she could. She figured one way or another, she'd have to vanish and become someone else soon, the folks that made her into Samantha would want to have her come in for a check up sooner or later. She figured a new face and name would be helpful before then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:46:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could escape right now, of course... but then she'd never know who did this or why.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was the hard part, waiting to find out the how, why and who before she bolted. She figured BB was making some headway if she was going black.<br><br>Till then she had play at being Samantha. She toyed with the idea of one of Samantha's radical makeovers after class but wasn't sure what to do and she didn't want to slip into 'Samantha' role enough to do it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 00:13:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still, they are always enjoyable...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 00:40:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She mentally sighs as she opens her senses to what sort of new face/look Samantha would go for if she was bored with her current look. She added a tangent to it as she lets Samantha's outlook settle over her, she wants something exotic and asian this time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 00:53:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She idly pictures herself as a proper geisha, a schoolgirl in a fuku, a cheongsam vamp, a futurist go-ganger princess in leather and lace with her hair spiked and sprayed... She could imagine BB and Michael going loco for any of those.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 00:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moves towards the vamp image, savoring the idea of long black silky hair in a tight slinky new cheongsam style that mixed the modern and ancient. Silk with inlaid display units to shift a variety images, skin and eyes retoned for a more asian look. From there she let her 'Samantha' self consider other things like how much 'sculpting to undergo, and accessories like body jewelry and tattoo work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cheongsam definitely, high to expose the band of her stocking and a hint of a tat on her thigh... dangling earrings only seen when she shifts her hair out of the way for someone to pull down the collar of her dress and kiss her neck... mm-hmm, definitely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:29:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at the idea of the outfit and accessories. The big question was how far to go with her makeover? She considered a simple make over, but the idea of a full body sculpting more and more. It would be so much fun to play with the whole asian girl look for BB, knowing she'd love it and Micheal would be turned on as well she realized from her implanted memories.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:37:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But a physical rebuild might alert her creators. And after all, she's hot as she is...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not a total rebuild then, she decided, but one could do a lot at the salon these days. Touch up to the lips, complete change of eye color and shape as well as hair revitalization were all considered 'easy tweaks' along with a complete skin color retone. And she realized with a start, that she has not been spoiling herself as much as Samanatha used to. <br><br>She pulled out her phone and called up Samantha's favorite salon and started looking over options to make her new look that wouldn't involve what was considered 'major' surgery in these days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Renew was always busy, but she'd spent enough there over the last year that she was on the preferential list. The vid call included simulation overlays of the possibilities.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she built up a basic 'look' she wanted and sent along a request for an appointment that afternoon. She knew she'd get in, a perk of being corporate 'nobility'. She knew she'd get what she wanted, and in a way doing something 'Samantha' made her happy since it was actually 'Sam' chosing the look and style. She had taken her first step in defining herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:07:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She would have to go right after class if she wanted to get the dress and accessories to go with the look, and be home early enough for Michael to take her out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:08:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And of course to send a discrete teaser picture of herself to BB. She would have to suffer for leaving her alone over several days, Sam decided. So it would be something 'wicked' as well. Perhaps a bit of leather, since her lover liked that on her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ty looks over at her questioningly as class breaks up. "So... running off to meet some lucky devil?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:20:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Makeover time. This look is so.. last season, I need to reinvent myself to inspire my muse." She smiles wickedly. "And tease all those who seek my favor and grace."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, you are a harsh and capricious mistress." He chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 03:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True but they like it, and I have to cater to the needs of my loves." She grins with a wicked grin as she waits for a cab to take her to Renew. The thrill of remaking herself was almost to resist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With class over, several pings appear on her comp from her friends asking what she's up to tonight. The comp synchs with the feeds on screen in the cab, bringing up local news - more suspected fighting between Dorn and Pinecrest - as well as entertainment and fashion sections - Chernenko is pushing Napoleonic this season, Michael might look cute in an officer jacket. <br><br>Renew holds two levels of a downtown plex. Walk-in is mostly casual fixes, hairplugs and toothwhite, upstairs is for minor bone moulding and surface overhauls. <br><br>A receptionist who looks like Louise Brooks greets her as the store visitor ident tags her. "Good afternoon, Miss Phillips. Ready for your appointment?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 20:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods as she keys in a message to everyone that she was going for a 'makeover' and made sure that her link included the discrete one to BB, just in case. <br><br>"Absolutely, I need something new my dear, did my request go through?" She asked with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That it did, Miss. This way." She gestures towards the ascending walkway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 03:29:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." Sam said as she took the walkway up. She had updated her location to BB discretely and figured Micheal could find her easily enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 08:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upstairs were a selection of walk-in reshape booths. One of the nurses, a curvaceous blonde, was waiting to greet her. "Here we are, Miss... who can we make you today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 08:24:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone exotic and Asian I think. I sent my specs earlier, did you get them? I'm tired of the red hair and all the rest. I want a taste of the far east this season." Sam said with a smile.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 07:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very good. Booth one, to record your natural form before we begin the reshaping." The nurse opened the door to a clean room with a relax couch in the centre.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 07:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods as she heads into the booth, taking note of the machinery on hand. Making note of what it was and how to hack it when she needed to vanish her traces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 05:15:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting down, the couch conforms to her shape and the overhead scanner produces an atom-fine overview of her 'natural' form for future reference, before the simulated reshaping appears on-screen to confirm what she wants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 05:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mentally chuckling to herself, Sam sets about making her new look with BB's fantasies in mind. Asian, with all sorts of enhancements to cater to the street samurai's libido in mind. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 07:40:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The session starts like a massage as it begins loosening body fat, before a few pinpricks along each limb as the bone shifting chems start being dripped in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:00:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes and settled back to let the machinery work it's magic, imagining what it would be like to see the asian girl of BB's dreams.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels a numb warmth spread through her body, her skin pulling and muscles tightening in new places, her scalp tingling as new hair weaves to lengthen her style. Her eyes unfocus as her face distorts into a slightly different form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling mentally, she tries to focus on the monitors as her body shifts and changes under the tech coursing through her. She imagined how thrilled BB would be to see a 'china doll' for her to play with. She knew Micheal would enjoy it if she had something tight like silk or latex. Both of them would have fun with her new look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:13:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the numbness fogs her mind a little, she imagines herself being stroked and caressed by loving hands, male and female... a strong manhood sliding into her waiting pussy as soft lips kiss hers,
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she lets that day dream continue, the idea of the man and woman in her life pleasuring her together was thrilling. That part of Samantha she found interesting and pleasing. She had to admit to herself that being Sam was becoming more and more.. right with each moment. She might not like being Samantha, but she doubted she'd ever want to be Phil again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:20:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Through the arousing haze she can see herself changing, developing delicate Chinese features, with long, lustrous black hair framing her new face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was thrilled to see her almond shaped eyes form, the delicate cast of her nose shaping as she wished and the features she had picked out to be most titillating for BB fill out. She couldn't see how her body was shaping but she was sure that it was equally exquisite and enticing for her lover. She could imagine the outfit of leather over silk that BB would have to 'unwrap' when they could be together. For Micheal she was imagining a tight outfit of bright latex that would hide nothing on her form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The faint ache of her bones shifting is not enough to distract from thoughts of her lovers, imagining dressing and making herself up to please each of them. Her skin tingles as it tightens over resculpted muscles, and the process slows. Data screens scroll warnings about driving while under the influence of the relaxants as the narcotic haze starts to lift.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam wasn't worried, she was going to take a cab. She imagined what it would be like with BB after they vanish into Asia. The idea of BB getting a body sculpt appealed to her. Would the rough and tough girl make her get a new look too? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:53:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The couch moved her up to a sitting position. Her limbs felt slow and heavy from the anaesthesia, even though she could see they were slender and graceful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked herself over, letting the sensors she was linked to show her the new elements of her body. She savored the look of her body, feeling a bit of pride in it. This was HER body, one she had a hand in making not the one that she had been stuffed into. She felt a rising hunger to play with it. A desire to pin BB against a wall and kiss her till she ravished her or to push Micheal onto a bed and ride him hard. She felt a bit more comfortable knowing she chose her own look, and it felt like she had a handle on Samantha a bit better now that her self image was more to her liking. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:43:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms might be off-grid for now, but at least she knew where she could find Michael... the mirror panels all around her showed her new self, letting her examine herself as it listed her new measurements and the fabricators suggested clothes they could make for her as she waited to recover full balance and mobility.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She savored the feel of the tight snug outfit, knowing that it would only serve to highlight her figure in the display.. It was definitely turning her on to see it on her. She felt her nether regions warm and tighten at the thought of two people undressing her to see the new form underneath. It excited her as had the day dreams she had before was done. <br><br>She picked out something that was a mix of traditional Asia and kinky, going for the leather vixen look as she wondered what to do for her nails and makeup. It was clear she had changed greatly, Phil would never have considered it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:14:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The leatherine dress was still warm as the drawer opened, stiletto boots to match, all newly machined and ready to slip on over her newly fitted simsilk lingerie. The displays suggested possible makeup schemes at the touch of a menu screen, the highest recommend being decidedly vampy to go with her ensemble.<br><br>Phil might have considered a girl like this, but never being her... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was quite clear that she wasn't either Samantha or Phil anymore, she realized as she dressed. She wouldn't have thought of an outfit like this as Phil, and she was too much of a hacker to be a fashion snob like Samantha. She was, if anything, a fusion of them. She could make the right fashion choices and know which shoes when with what dress, and still code like the cutting edge hacker she had once been. <br><br>She also realized, as she pulled on the boots and posed at the mirror, that she LIKED being this person she had become. Sam was a lot more fun that Phil and in many ways she was so much better than Samantha. She went for the vamp/goth makeup look as she let her body shrug off the last bits of the drugs. <br><br>Definitely an image to tease BB with, she thought as she pumped the image to her discrete folder for BB as she headed towards the exit. Time to find her boy and play with him maybe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:41:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her high heels clicked on the sidewalk, her new skirt stretched and gripped flatteringly, she drew a lot of male and some female attention as she strutted to the waiting autocab and slid inside. <br><br>The screen started her feeds as soon as she slotted her credit, telling her about holdups that the cab would route around caused by a Dorn sneak attack, about a new perfume by a celebutante who wasn't half as cute as she was, messages from friends about clubbing... and she could tell the driver was admiring the view in the cabin security cam as he prepared to drive off. <br><br>A text on a familiar encrypted feed came through as the cab pulled into afternoon traffic. "Mommy likes. We might have to make you a geisha."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam grinned as she took in the attention she was gaining, pondering getting a lingasoft to make the illusion complete. Japanese with an accent when she spoke english might be nice. Not to mention she knew that BB liked now, and that she would find a way to get to her as soon as she was done. Maybe she could send BB a few more images of her as the 'wicked naughty vamp asian' look. She sat back and let her mind wander on what to do with BB when she got back from her current gig.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:02:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Teasing thoughts of her lovers pleasuring her accompany the throb of the cab running across the overpass and the tightness of her fitted dress as she stretches out on the back seat, letting the driver enjoy the view.<br><br>Soon enough, the Benedict Building appears on the route map. Her boy will be back by now, unless he has a late meeting or some other boring thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She figured that if it came to that, she could go shopping for a guy or girl in the clubs but she wanted Micheal or BB for her first. So it was a challenging moment that she paused at the door. On one hand, her body hungered for attention and she itched to enchant someone who would appreciate her work and that meant she wanted BB or Micheal (or in her dreams both). On the other hand she wanted immediate attention, and BB was already out of touch. For now.<br><br>She smiled and gave the guard at the desk a smile and wave as she walked by. She winked at her and kept going into the elevator. <br><br>Ah well, best to hope for the best. Maybe if he wasn't here, she'd check the dump site on the tap she left in her father's system to see what the worms found out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 02:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guard pauses and looks at her questioningly, and she can sense her data being analysed, before her recent bodymod is flagged up and the search ends, then the elevator doors open.<br><br>Rising up, she reaches her floor, opens her door and finds that the comp indicates she is not alone...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 02:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honey I'm home." She calls in a sing song accented voice, enjoying the role she was building. Not quite a geisha, she was enjoying the new 'Sam' she had created.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sam?" Michael comes out of the bathroom, wearing just a T-shirt and boxers. He stops in his track as he sees her. "... Sam? Is that you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:26:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hai!" She says with a smile and a small bow. "I did some .. makeover adjustments. You like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh... wow, um... let me have a look..." He looks more surprised than anything, but recognising her tone and movements in the new shape, he smiles a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles as she bows to him, then spins around in place.<br><br>"I felt a need for a change."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels his hand slip lightly across her tightly skirted bottom as she turns. "Well, if you like it, who am I to argue?" he says quietly, keeping his hand on her hip as she turns back. "Oh, as long as you can reverse it next month, when my parents are here?" he added with an awkward smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:44:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll consider it." She said a she turned and pushed him against a wall, savoring the feel of his body against hers through the outfit as she kisses him hungrily. She liked the look, the asian look with hair down to her ass was just the way she wanted to stay for good now.&nbsp; She doubted she was going back to the old look. Red was so last year. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He makes a surprised grunting noise as he hits the wall, but despite his surprise he responds to her kiss, and not just with his lips. She can feel his arms encircling her, and his manhood stiffening inside his shorts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:55:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was good to see that he knew what she wanted, Sam thought as she slid a leg up his side. Of course she really only needed <br>one thing from him anyway. <br><br>She leaned over and nibbled on his ear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 04:40:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm, so, mm, why the change today especially?" he asks, looking sidelong at her new face and managing not to moan too much as she plays with his ear, as he maneuvers her towards the bedroom door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 04:47:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wanted to. Don't you like? I know you've checked out the exotic asian girls before." She says as she nibbles on his ear and wraps her legs around him as he takes her into the bedroom. "And I know you have seen me do new looks before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 04:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bit more than a new haircut... I don't <em>not</em> like, I just wasn't sure it was you right away..." He lays her down on the bed and lies straddling her, kissing her neck. "Guess I'm looking for things you haven't changed..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 04:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh come on, it's not as wild a change as the full body tattoo I got." She purred as she continued to nibble and kiss. "Tell me you don't like it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess," he admits as she mentions the tattoo, which of course only lasted two weeks. "I'm not saying I don't like it," he says as he returns the kiss and releases her breasts from the dress. "Just a bit... distracting..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think so, you seem to be able to find the release to the dress as fast as usual." Sam teases as she returns the favor, pulling his belt free and tossing it aside. "And you're clearly happy to see me aren't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:27:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I know it's you in there..." His erection rises as she frees it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:37:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you do have some geisha fantasies." Sam teased as she slid off her outfit and ran her hand up to pull off his shirt.&nbsp; "Be honest about that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 21:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure... I have other fantasies you never modified yourself for too," he adds with a laugh as she feels his chest under her hands, as he undoes her skirt and hooks his fingers to slide off her panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 21:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I'm not allowed to indulge in MY fantasies? I could have gone catgirl you know." She grinned as she wiggled free of her panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sticks his tongue out at the idea, even as he shifts his hips to help her take him in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just think about it. A nice tail and fluffy ears." She purred as she started riding him, leaning down to kiss him hungrily. She had to admit that she was definitely growing into her role as Sam. And Micheal was a fun guy to be with. He knew how to please her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:38:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs at her taunting even as she leans in to kiss her, and reaches up to lightly move her head into range to deepen the kiss as she feels his erection strengthen inside her vaginal walls, pulling her down a little to brush his hairs lightly against her clitoris.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:48:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like the look, admit it. You like the fact it makes me randy." She purred as she started grinding up and down. "You love the <br>feel of my skin against yours, the brush of my hair over your body and the sparkle in my eye." She purred as she picked up speed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 23:00:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... nngh... sure like that it makes you randy," he grins, grunting as he feels her around him, she can feel him stiffen more inside and shift to slide against her moist form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 07:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you'll get used to it." She purred as she continued writhing on top of him. She enjoyed the rush of building pleasure that she felt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 02:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He said nothing, just a few low grunts as he thrusted into her, his pubic hairs brushing on her clitoris at the edge of each push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 02:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiled as she felt her body to reach it's peak. She definitely going to enjoy it, breaking in a new body and look was fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As his thrusts push in and his hands stroke and caress her back and buttocks, Michael reminds her what a good lover he is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:38:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Idly she wondered as she felt her body reach climax if he was even aware of the secret that his lover carried in her head. It didn't seem like he did, given his behavior, but some folks were really weird in their needs and tastes. Perhaps he enjoyed it, she thought as she moaned with pleasure as she came.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels him come inside her soon after her, and he begins to pull out, breathing fairly heavily from the unexpected workout. He shifts around and pulls her to him for a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 03:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you like your Japanese girl?" Sam asked as she kisses him back, savoring the afterglow of her climax. One definite point for girls, sex was way more enjoyable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 03:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I certainly like what's inside the wrapping." He strokes her chest, caressing a nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 02:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just think of it as a deeper version of makeup." Sam purred as she straddled him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles and says nothing as he cups her breasts with his hands and fondles them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 07:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam settles into enjoying herself, though she had to admit it wasn't as hard a role as it used to be. Though she chafed at not being with BB or finding who did this to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 20:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After this breather, Michael stiffens again, ready for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 00:11:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My my.. you've been taking your vitamins." Sam purred as she eased him back into her and straddled him. She enjoyed being the dominant for a change. It wasn't as fun as it would be if she had BB cuffed to the bed and teased to an inch of a screaming climax but it was close. <br><br>"I better take care or you'll break something." She teased as she set about wearing him out. It was surprised how much energy and endurance she had in the sexual arena. Samantha was clearly a sexual dynamo and she had inherited that trait as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 07:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael grunts and winces, then smiles without quite losing the look of imagined pain. "I could always get a replacement. But I guess I like the original specs." He rests his hands on the tops of her buttocks, gently massaging them as she bobs up and down. "Hope you don't mind..." He smiles up at her, the look of a man in love.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 00:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give it time. I'm sure you'll adjust." Sam purrs as she sets to work on enjoying the ride and making sure that he had a fun ride too. She leaned in to kiss him and nibbled on his ear. "And imagine coming home to a geisha you can eat sushi off of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:40:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks sidelong at her and smiles, even as he pushes in a bit deeper. "I have those at the office..." he jokes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't have to share this dish." Sam teased as she nibbled on him again. She liked being the aggressor, her mind wondering how to pin down BB. She liked the idea of teasing her lover to the edge of release again and again. Teach her to be gone for as long as she had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Glad to hear it," he says with a grin, then withdraws and presses in again, then turns his head to try and reach her lips with his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that we'll be having a lot of fun with this look. I could get a nice hot neon tattoo down my back." She purred as she continued to work him to utter exhaustion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:01:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An uncertain look flickers across his face but he says nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:03:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Teasing honey." She purred with a deep throaty laugh. "Daddy won't approve of that."<br><br>She kissed him deeply as she worked him to release. "Besides, you know me. I hate needles."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He starts to say "And - " before the kiss, but does not continue as she withdraws her lips, clearly concentrating on hitting another orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And what?" She says with a pout. "You worried I'll shave my head and get a lot of metal put in?" She mock smacks his chest. "Please, why replace this hot boy. So what were you worried I was going to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 02:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was..." He reaches up to stroke her pouting face. "I was gonna ask if he approved of this, that's all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 02:28:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's used to this sort of change." Sam pointed out and she continued to work him to utter exhaustion. Which was true, Samantha had done this sort of makeover before, and it was fairly seasonal. She had done a few fullbody make over attempts before, and compared to a few this was fairly modest in scope.<br><br>The sharp mind and skills of a veteran edgerunner like Phil noted the distress and filed it away. It was time to check the bugs she had put on Micheal's terminal and smartphone as well as her father's system. Not that she showed any sign of that as she made love to the man under her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 02:54:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She can tell he's consdiering saying something, but decides instead to concentrate on what they're doing, focusing on getting to climax while doing his best to keep her stimulated as well.<br><br>Finally, she feels him come inside her, a smaller payload this time but definitely there. He lies back, catching his breath. "Nnnf... we should shower... maybe in a few," he adds as he lies back and stretches out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 03:00:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Plenty of time honey." She purred as she cuddled in close, knowing he'd be out in a few minutes. She had a good idea of his stamina and he was nearly drained for the night now. Of course she was tired as well, but the change had aroused her to an unexpected level of energy. She knew that he'd have to turn in early after this. Luckily for them both, she had made a program to make them dinner when she signalled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:55:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nuzzles her neck, slowly and with no sense of urgency. "I love you," he whispers, his breath warm across her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you do." She says with a giggle. "I love you too." She added even as she was weighing her issues. Why had he started to worry, what did her getting a tattoo set him off. It was the first hint that she had found that he might be involved. Perhaps her taps would pay off after all. Good thing her datajack was hidden under a scalp plug that can't be found from the outside.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles and leans over to kiss her as she thinks on this. Quite a soft, lazy kiss, that of a man ready for a catnap at least. Then, with more focus, he opens his eyes and reaches up to stroke her face, letting his hand travel down her cheek to her jaw. "Still feels the same," he says, and smiles slightly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like I told you. It's not any deeper than any other makeover I had done. And it helps keep the skin elastic and smooth." She purred as she let him check her over. <br><br>"Not so worried now that the rush of the new has been broken in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As long as you're still you, that's what matters." He kisses her again, his hand moving around behind her neck to cradle her head. "Long as you don't want a <em>whole</em> new wardrobe for the new look," he adds with a tired chuckle, as his thumb rests a centimeter away from the plug port at the base of her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I think some of my stuff will work, so I'm going to only replace half the wardrobe. I'll need to get you some new outfits to fit in to my look too." She teased as she shifted. It was nearly impossible to find her plug port unless you knew it was there or you were a medsurgeon but she figured beast to distract him. <br><br>"And besides the important parts are the same." She said as she pulled his hand down to her breasts. "These are the same, color tints aside." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, my mother won't be looking at those when we go see her next Sunday... at least I hope not," he adds with a wink as his fingers skilfully circle her nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just remind her.. AGAIN that your girl is a temperamental Artiste who does silly whimsical things on a whim and to get inspiration for her work. I recall she liked the broach I made for her last year, despite both of us knowing what source of carbon I used to create the gems in it&nbsp; from." She pointed out with a grin. Best not to tell her that they were made from the carbon of her pet's ashes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Course, you could go too far with that, she'll push back. Start nudging for you to look the way she wants. I don't want you ending up as Little Miss Country Club."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:58:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Point out the full look suggested DID offer a huge neon dragon tattoo that moved under my skin." Sam pointed out with a chuckle. "And the clothing to show it off."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 04:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad you didn't. Those light tats... they mess with how you feel." He slides his hand around and strokes down her spine. "Like you wouldn't notice that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 04:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That and I'd still be in recovery." Sam pointed out. "I didn't like spoiling the lines of this lovely vessel. I know you'd handle the look, but a tattoo that big is just.. gauche."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 04:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods slightly, his hand idly stroking the skin that the tat would have covered, making sure that she feels his caresses. <br><br>"Of course, you would look pretty cute all country clubbed up. Little tennis skirt..." He smirks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 04:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought you liked the nice black silk outfit that I wore in here. I covered everything." She purred wickedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:26:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I won't deny that," he smiles, cupping one of her cheeks with his hand, his fingertips stroking her soft skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:29:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You get some rest, you're not the sexual dynamo that I am." She teased with a chuckle as she kissed him again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:39:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who is?" he laughs as he lies back, letting the kiss linger as he rests his head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:44:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll go wash up, someone did a number on me." She kissed him as she headed towards the bathroom for a soak and to take time to think. She closed the door and pulled out her cell and settled into the tub to check her feeds and relax. She was thinking on what he had let slipped. Was it merely a worry that she'd go too far, or that she'd go far enough for the implant might be detected. What she had done wasn't too intrusive but a full on lit and animated tattoo would have required a neural work up. And that would have lit up like a Christmas tree when it found her now defunct 'Samantha in a jar' implant. <br><br>She tapped out a few comments as she read through the feeds. Looking over one fashion feed, she sent the code for 'might be blown' to BB.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:54:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That new Irvine shoe is to die... especially paired with a short blace lace number, with the legs to show it off of course...<br><br>The comp flashes, going to silent alert at the direction of the caller. The reverbed voice says "How so, kitten? Safe to chat?" The speech pattern has enough tells that she can recognise BB. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My makeover distressed Micheal. Nothing more. I can't discretely access the tap, you need to have someone monitor them." She whispered as she continued to comment on shoes in various forums before moving on to matching outfits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you safe?" The distorted voice still carries a hint of concern.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:26:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stick to the contract protocols. If I don't check in on time, look for my trace that we set up." She was commenting on 'naughty things for the bedroom' now. "Or do you want me to pull a fade?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:30:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know I want you in my bed A-sap. See what a hot little bitch you've learned to be..." But it sounds like idle flirtation and point-scoring, not a serious suggestion. "And you should so buy that," she adds as the feed moves on to a white teddy with sheer panels at the sides and matching holdups.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you know I want it, question is. Do I stay or bug out?" She asked quietly letting the music cover her conversation as she soaked in the tub. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Could be a false alarm. Your call."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me think on it." She pulled up a feed on toys to tease BB with. "I don't make a call one way or another in eight hours. Come and get me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:04:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you die I'll be very pissed off." End call. Then a ping saying that a pair of pink memory plastic handcuffs from the toy page has been added to a delivery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:07:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to take you once." She added in a husky blush. "Pin you to a bed and drive you made with teasing before I give you relief.&nbsp; "I don't always want to be the boy.. but after you being gone so long.. I want to take you once." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:11:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The message goes, and a reply filters through - "Maybe. After I take you once. Or twice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to go.. first..think about it. The wicked geisha ravaging you. Doing all she can to make you enjoy the expericne." With a chuckle she sends a kiss to her girl and disconnects the feed. Now she was even hornier than she had been before wearing out her man. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No immediate reply. <br><br>Outside, she can hear Michael's breath steady into a sleep pattern.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:36:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat back and forced herself to relax. Using Samantha's memories and Phillips analytical sense, she tried to figure out if Micheal had let something slip of if it was just her imagination. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had always been uncomfortable about her modding her body, and she had never gone this far before, or even half as far as a surprise to him. That might be all there is to it, or...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:42:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But she had memories of doing this before she met him and he'd seen images. She had stopped short of the neural scan, as she was sure that would trip some type of alert. Luckily he hadn't noticed her plug when it was put in. Now that it was fully healed she could hide it indefinitely.&nbsp; <br><br>She pulled up her handheld and tapped out a command that would let her view the taps she put in, second hand through a news feed site. Time to back track his activities before she became Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:13:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He mentioned showing her his new apartment when he first made a move on her... and yes, he had only been there three weeks before they met.<br><br>He appears to work for a side operation of Dorn's, as he has said before.<br><br>He hasn't brought another girl here. Why would he, after all...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued doing her background check, looking for 'flaws' in the back story. The taps would in her father and his systems, if she was going to look for problems with the background. She was enjoying her time with Micheal but if that slip was a clue to her past she needed to find the mistakes someone would have made.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:39:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her father has apparently lived in his current house for more than two years, but of course all her memories before a year ago are implants. They must be, surely, though they feel so authentic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:44:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed as she let the search agents look for a flaw in the backgrounds, knowing that it would be able to do the job while she went about her life. The programs were subtle and stealthy, designed to crack high end ice. Her 'dad' and Micheal's system wouldn't spot them.<br><br>Setting up a 'wrong number' alert, she set it aside and let her normal feeds and music go as she soaked. Thinking of her own experiences, trying to recall what 'Samantha' saw and heard in the year she was still a meat puppet to the implants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael came on the scene last summer, four months after her last memory of being Phil... together almost ten months now, longer than any relationship Phil had ever managed, for that matter. A pleasant surprise when they just met out clubbing and went back to his place that first night... pleasant because he was good. Better than most of the fumbling high school and freshman boys she remembers... did any of them really happen to her? If not, who made these memories, or edited them to be her life? Who made her a clubbing glamgirl? An artist? Daddy's little princess? All the things she still finds herself being, even now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels around in her memory for the time around where Phil vanished. Making note of what she could recall to compare it to file date she and BB had tracked on Samantha. She picked up her handheld to 'change the music' as she thought on what to look for. <br><br>She set a spider program tracking Samantha's expenses, looking for a break in the sequence that doesn't match her memory.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There are a few quiet days, she vaguely remembers having flu and staying in. June 6th... <br><br>It only took them four weeks to turn him into her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She set the spider to scan over her father's records and Micheals for that time. Their expenses not the calendar entries.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:29:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing unusual for Michael, upper mid-level exec in a fair-sized multinat. The odd taxi, some rounds of drinks, fusion takeout.<br><br>Daddy... Daddy didn't buy much of anything all week, but did quite a lot of travelling, stopping by hers fairly often. He was there sometimes, sure, but that often...?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked for other clues tied to her father, looking other ties around that time. She wished she was able to use a real terminal, this would be done almost instantly instead of this flailing around with the hidden interface she was using.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:58:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not much. But then, this is hardly the kind of action you'd leave a paper trail for.<br><br>The bugs infiltrating his home system log some calls to Number Withheld over the last twenty-four hours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:06:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She piped those 'Withhelds' to BB, knowing she'd have someone who could get online to track them. Adding the 'errors' in the tracking her father's movements during the time right after Phil vanished. <br><br>She continued to 'play games', listen to music and chat in the tub while she flagged an alert for any calls to or from the 'Withheld' to or from her father and Micheal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A non-silent call. Dee. "Hey kawaii, how's the new you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:44:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouts as she regales how badly the look was recevied.<br><br>"He even tried to use the 'mummy won't like it'. You'd think I'd never done a change over before. It's not my first. Remember the multicolor hair and long lasting body paint look I did?" She sighed with a pout as she added Dee and her friend's to the 'check list'. "You think I'd gone in for a full body scuplt on a whim. No tail, no ears or fur. Honestly, he's blowing this out of perspective. In a few weeks my skin tone might come back and we both know how easy hair it to change."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's a boy, boys are stupid." Dee plants a kiss on the screen. "Mwah, better? Eh, I suppose you could be flattered he's so into your reg look. You just gotta remind him it's the inner hottie that gets the high score."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:49:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam returns the kiss. <br><br>"Do you want to try something wicked? I could offer you a make over. We could be twins. See if he recognized the real me in geisha look beside my bestest girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 00:10:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that's what he's scared of. You could be an evil Pinecrest sex agent or something." She giggles. "And of course, the fact you're going to see mommy dearest in like three days' time had nothing to do with your timing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 00:21:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh please. Think about the things we've done in thepast this is tame." She grinned. "You didn't say what you thought of becoming ny twin for a day."<br><br>She knew the idea of a body tweak was appeailing. "You could finally wear my bras too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 20:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only if you agree to be mine for my twentieth. I want to give one of my exes a complex." She cackles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 21:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something can be arranged, but sure you want to lose my lovely ta-tas after you pose as me?" She teased with a grin. "We could keep the boobs and do the face. I know the perfect outfit we can both wear." She purred as she set the spiders into researching her friends and associates, trying to find a minder. <br><br>"I haven't been a blonde in a while, could be fun if we got the same color and look more often."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All them have only known Samantha while she was 'real', so that doesn't narrow it down. Cally and Dee were the first, meeting through common fashion and music senses. Then Michael, then her college buddies and hangers on. None of her profiled high school friends have appeared in the last year.<br><br>"We could go total three witches with Cal. I figure if boys like twins, they might like triplets fifty percent more!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She still set the programs to look for ties and funds out of place with their personas.<br><br>"I think we'd need to plan that out a bit better." She said with a grin. "It's doable, but we'd need to schedule things close."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Worth doing. Maybe for Halloween or Mardi Gras?"<br><br>The programs star scrolling through data. Progress indicators suggest it could take hours, even days, to trawl through everything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mardi Gras sounds fun." She says as she sends the programs out to do it from a remote server that has no ties to Sam, erasing it's likes toher hand held as she talks.<br><br>"Of course we'd have to go to New Orleans, think of the fun that would be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely. Glutesolutely. Other muscle groups olutely." She grins. "And you would so flash for beads, you tramp."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:38:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't forget you'll have tits like this too, you tramp." She teased. "You'll find flashing perfect breasts like mine is perfectly acceptable."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Deal!" she chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 16:07:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So what are you doing that you got time to talk to me?" She asked curiously. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Babes, I always have time to talk to you." Dee smiles brightly. "Also I'm in a cab heading homeward."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So want to meet up and get the upgrade?" She asked with a grin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I wanna see the new face anyways. You're not with the boy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's sleeping down in the room, and building up energy for a second and possibly third round. I figure I deprive him of enough fluids and he'll learn to enjoy the new look enough to not pout."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Poor thing." Dee smirks. "He does have a cute pout, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought so. It's one of the reasons I keep him around. That and the fact that he's got the endurance for me, normally. He also realizes I'm an artist and that I am not a normal trophy wife."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:27:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Much as you might want to be," she giggles. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He'd be bored with a normal wife who was only concerned with the routines of corporate life, wouldn't he?" She asked with grin as she lathered herself up. "I think he'd be having all sorts of problems with one like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:54:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, probably, he's an indie kid at heart... but you know you want to be Betty Draper some of the time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:05:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure that the indie boy rebel in him is part of it, the other part is he can't possibly find someone as good as me. I'm one of a kind, they broke the mold."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 06:41:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So I'll be a recast knockoff?" she laughs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 06:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you're upgrading to the rack you always wanted." She teased. <br><br>"At least this way you can stop squeezing my tits and play with your own."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 07:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like you won't want to bag on mine," she giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 07:50:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah but that is because you have the sexiest squeal when I do." She teased. Shame that the girl was hopelessly hetro, she thought as she added a bit more water to her bath, savoring the warmth of the bath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:04:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I try."<br><br>The warm water spreads through the scented bath, stopping her fingertips wrinkling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Too bad you're hopeless guy focused." She teased. "Not that I dislike guys in any measure." She said with a wicked purr, grateful that Samantha had memories of a few girls she'd dallied with.<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 14:47:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You would be too if you weren't so greedy. Gotta shag them all!"<br><br>But which are real and which are constructs...? Turning a hetboy into a bigirl must have been an easier reprogram than making her pure hetero.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 16:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was a good question, but from what she had found, it looked to be true. Samantha had girlfriends back around the time she was a teen.&nbsp; Like she had said, guys were mre fun to Samantha but she had liked girls almost as much. To her, anyone could be fun. <br><br>Of course, Sam liked girls more but she had to admit guys were fun. If suitably trained. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 13:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lots of fun. <br><br>She hears Michael stirring in the next room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 17:07:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The sexy beast stirs, I must go." She waves bye and disconnects as she drains the tub and dries off. Setting her phone for it's typical behavior she slips it into her robe and walks back into the bedroom and slips into bed as she slides out of the robe. <br><br>"Telling my girl we were breaking in my new look." She purred as she slid in beside him, her need to be in charge sated and more than happy to let him set the pace now. "Discussed maybe getting hip reinforcement if you keep up what you did to me earlier." She teased. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pushes himself up on one elbow, the other hand free to snake around her hips as she draws close. "As long as it doesn't mess up the lines... but I can be gentle." he leans in to plant a soft kiss on her belly just below the navel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:05:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just remember when they put that sort of stuff in, you'll be without." She teased as she kissed him. "And you and I both needed that. You're gentle all the time, wild crazy monkey sex is something we don't usually get in the move for. Enjoy it while we both want it." <br>She settles back to let him enjoy himself as his own pace.<br><br>"Not that is to be taken as a complaint, comment, worry, concern or grousing. You do great every night. I'm glad to see you keep your vitamin shots up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:40:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're worth it." He tracks kisses up her torso, between her breasts as he pulls her closer on the bed. "God, I love you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:43:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you do. You got outstanding taste." She said with a chuckle. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pauses and looks at her, smiling, but only slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well you do. I'm smart, lively, sexy and utterly desirable." She said with her teasing smile. "I'm a wicked but beautiful woman without compare."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, you are," he agrees. "Why I wish you'd say you love me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 23:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do." She purred as she kissed him. "I love you silly man. Don't I say it enough?" She did, in her own way. Just not as singularly as he might have wished.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 01:23:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles as he returns the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So what ever will we do now? Linger in bed all evening?" She purred as she broke the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:15:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wouldn't mind," he says, sliding his arms around her, twining his hands together at the small of her back. "But I guess you'd like to go out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:18:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like to eat sometime before sunrise." She said with a giggle. "Going out is optional. I could dress up in that lovely outfit and you can use your corporate weight to get us a reservation on short notice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright..." He grins and his hands slide apart, tracking across her bottom and hips before letting go. "I'll be your Prince Charming, you be my Cinderella."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:25:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll let you choose the place, but that nice outfit will have to fit in to some places better." She says as she gets up and starts dressing in her leather kimono, savoring the feel of the silk and leather as she dresses. Done with that, she sits down sets about putting her hair again.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She's still working on her makeup when he enters in his black dinner jacket with the stand-up collar and a black silk shirt, no tie. "Limo's on its way. Ready to go in ten, princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:38:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as she finishes up her makeup, Samantha had her stuff laid out well. She spun in place for him. <br><br>"What do you think?" She purred.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods approvingly. "Vampy. I like it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 05:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See? You're already seeing the perks." She says with a laugh and a kiss. "So, you sure you don't want me to wear this to dinner with your mom?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 05:45:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Her medical's good, but not that good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 20:32:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now.. we have the organ bank standing buy, she pops a valve and we have her a new heart in time to have dinner." She teased as she slid her hand in his arm, keeping her bag on hand. She was enjoying her time with him. It was still surprising that a guy would interest her this much, if she wasn't totally smitted with BB the idea of marrying him and having 2.4 children might thrill. Of course, having someone with her skills wouldn't hurt his position, since she could covertly aid him. The perks of having a body snatched hacker on hand, even if you didn't know it, she thought wryly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 23:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gives her a stern look, but breaks it with a smile as he walks her out, his strong arm around her slender one. The thought of marrying him brings up reminders of some of the bridal designs she's looked at in her course and in following the fashion feeds... the idea of wearing satin and lace and a veil...<br><br>The elevator is already opening for them as they reach it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 23:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Teasing honey." She says with a swat on his arm. "You know she will outlive us both." She added as she leaned against him with a chuckle. She considered it a stroke of luck that she chuckled rather than giggled.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He holds her close, smiling at her warmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 20:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiled back as she leaned against him. This was nice, to have someone enfold her in their arms. Contact, she decided, was what she liked best. Both Micheal and BB did this, holding her close and comforting her with their presence. She savored his warmth and scent as they rode the elevator down to the lobby. She wondered what sort of welcome she'd get from BB in the next day or so. <br><br>Part of her wanted this to continue on, but mostly she was still itching for her own life. There was enough Sam that wasn't Samantha or Phil in her that she wanted to find her own path in life. She doubted she'd happy walking the roads of either of her 'alternates' lives for long. Too much of both of them were built up in the city for her to stay here, that was for sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 20:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the corner of her eye, she can see him gazing at her, smiling contentedly. <br><br>The elevator opens onto the underground lot, and he walks her to his car, opening the passenger door for her like a perfect gentleman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 20:49:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She enjoyed the role, that much she had to admit. She had taken enough of Samantha to enjoy it, the woman in the couple. It was thrilling, she realized as she slid into the car, sitting then swinging her legs into the car. Even as she scanned the area for trouble. She had the fusion of two people, Samantha's sense of fashion, femininity and culture and Phil's wits and street savvy. Of course, she reminded herself as she checked her makeup in the visor mirror, and checking behind them as they pulled out, she didn't have Samantha's lack of focus and she doubted she'd be any good in a punching fight like Phil had been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 21:28:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look perfect," Michael assures her as he sees her checking her makeup, not seeming to spot the glance for people following. <br><br>The car purrs through the dark evening streets towards the downtown entertainment district. Late stores, big cinemas and clubs, theatres, bars and restaurants. Michael parks in the reserved section for Secret Palace, the best Taiwanese restaurant in the zone, and goes to help her out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 06:53:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she let him help her out. Her shades allowed her to sweep the area without him noticing, the light enhancing circuits making the night as clear as day. It was so easy to mix Phil's tech savvy and Samantha's fashion sense, she thought as he led her into the resturant. Doors opening for them as his name opened a booth for them right off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 07:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He can't resist pausing at the lobby by the maitre d's desk to show off the girl on his arm. Seeing them together in the mirror, who can blame him? <br><br>No sign of anything suspect... no more suspect than usual, anyway, but most of the people here move like elites and trophies, not like fighters. There are some who don't try to hide defensive postures, bodyguards and such making a show of it but not too many. This is deep enough into the nice part of town that they're just for status.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 07:31:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and played her role. Trophy. She hid the shark underneath the beauty. She had built herself up from the lives of two people. Samantha was all trophy and sex pot, Phill was street cred and smarts; Sam was both and more. She wasn't sure what she wanted in life but she knew that she had to accept the gifts of both her 'past selves' if she wanted to keep moving. One misstep and she'd be wiped away and the zombie that walked Samantha's life mindlessly might be returned in her place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 07:38:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being a self-aware Samantha was a lot more fun that that option...<br><br>As the maitre d' leads the way to one of the more open tables, she can already feel the looks she draws, attracted from men, jealous from women... a few the other way around, of course. <br><br>The music shifts around them, directional sonic design so that wherever they sit they can hear it well if they listen but it's not too loud anywhere. Just another way to show off the money behind this whole district.<br><br>The menu system presents each item in rotating images on the card-thin reader, with nutritional data in the usual variety of languages at the side. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 04:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picked out something spicy with shrimp, not really doing more than acting on instict.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 20:32:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You do like the spices," Michael notes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 21:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're not doing to bad." She looked over his choice. "But I think you should try that with shrimp honey. You'll like it better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 02:32:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'm willing to take suggestions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 18:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well the shrimp is nice, and they are known for it." She showed the net reviews. "You do the same things with your job. Follow trends and flows, I just do it in a more fun less profitable area." She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 01:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which is good for me, keeps me looking sharp." He smiles back, and under the table she feels his foot brush against hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 21:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can do that with an image consultant." She replied as she ran her foot up his leg in return. "I make you look sharp, elegant and totally unattainable." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I am unattainable..." He responded, his tailored Italian shoe's toe sliding up her calf. "Because I have you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:08:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're infinitely more appealing and alluring. Your resolve makes you unattainable." She points out with a chuckle. "Just remember that you belong to me."<br><br>Least till Sam disappears, she reminded herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How could I forget?" he replies with a grin. "On which note, I'll have what my lady recommends." The waiter bows deeply and withdraws, and he nods and looks back to her, into her eyes, and reaches over to take her hand in his, even as his toe gently plays with the hem of the tight skirt she wears.<br><br>Her comp lets out the bing-bing of a message. From BB.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You have been taking your vitamins. I would have thought two rounds would have drained you normally. Have you been practicing with another girl?" She purred as she checked the message. "Working on your endurance?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're too much for me to keep up with already, even with the nutri smoothies. I'm just teasing." To make his point, he smiles as he slides the toe of his shoe under her skirt and taps it lightly from the inside, then draws it back along the inside of her stocking-clad thigh.<br><br>The message decodes. <strong>We need to meet. Things we can't discuss on the wire. 2nite?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful, you might get my engine purring." Sam teased. "Keep that up and I'll have to go out clubbing to work off this energy in dance and flirting. I mean, I checked someones calender and SOMEONE has to be up early tomorrow for a business teleconference with the folks in Europe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeees... but I can always get up, look sharp, then crash again after it." His toe slides around the back of her thigh. "I'd get to watch you dance." He grins. "Or, of course, we could go on home and you could try and tire me out again." His smile is warm and affectionate as well as a little bit naughty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I could do that." She purred as she thinks on it. Definitely a fun way to put him down. Add in a little 'something' in his drink and she'd be sure he'd be well ridden to sleep. <br><br>"I mean, we could have dinner, then I can put you to bed sweetly..and you can rest while I go clubbing since I don't have any classes till noon. Got to get the party hound out of me before we see your mom." She grinned wickedly. "Definitely need to wear you out, I notice a direct correlation between when you go to bed happy and your profits."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You take such good care of me..." He laughs at her assessment of his performance, with a self-deprecating 'it's all true' look. "So, this isn't one of those restaurants where they have half a dozen small courses, is it? I'd like to be out of here sooner rather than later." He chuckles. "Although I definitely want to go clubbing after Mom's. I want to show you off all around town."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that can be arranged, and no, it's not that sort of restaurant. We go with the meal, maybe a little something cold and sweet to cleanse the pallet and then it's off to home." She toyed with screwing him silly or simply drugging him and leaving him to meet up BB. She tapped out a message to her that she'd see her at a club later before tucking it away to let the message code to head out. <br><br>She was leaning towards the former over the later. She had enjoyed being with him, and the idea of a shower with him was so.. yummy. <br><br>"I'm thinking a nice shower, with me washing you up after the thrill and fun. That way I can clean up, tuck you in and go dancing after. When I'm done, I can sneak back in and be there for you in the early AM."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:44:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't do anything that'll make me jealous," he says with a small smile. "You're obviously planning <em>something</em>... But of course it <em>is</em> obvious, so it can't be anything too naughty." He smirks. "Unless this is a cunning double bluff because you know I know. But I know that you know I know... But..." As he continues, his toe gently strokes her leg, stimulating her and shifting with each "know".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't over think it honey." She ran her foot back with a grin. "I'm still into art and fashion, that means I have to be out and about. Get into the biomass and see what the fringe plays with. Remember when I got the referral bonus for that find? You'd have HATED that club I found it, though I seem to recall you really LOVED the chalet I got with the bonus for our two month anniversary with it. Shame we never actually got out to go skiing right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, we should try that again some time... you looked cute as hell in that ski suit." He grins and sips his spring water. "But y'know, for the record, I have liked more than half the clubs we've been at. Although you're cherrypicking. But you didn't expect me to like Bang Bang Bang."<br><br>He lightly strokes her calf with his instep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:13:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You liked the outfits I found from it though." She said as she ran her foot up his leg with a throaty chuckle. "And you have to admit that the club has pulled me some nice referrals on it. I do remember to bring some earplugs the next time I take you though." She teased.<br><br>"Like the idea of showering with me after dinner I hope?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If liking you wearing latex and goggles is wrong, I don't want to be right." He shifts his leg to let her high heel linger there like a back-scratcher, and nods to her suggestion as he slides his hand under the table to stroke her calf.<br><br>Then he jumps slightly and straightens up to look more proper as the waiter returns, carrying their entrees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiles and thanks the server as she picks up her fork, Samantha wasn't as good as Phil with chopsticks.<br><br>"Shame, you were making headway there. Quite bold for you." She teased as she nibbled on her meal, savoring the shrimp. Samantha liked shrimp and Phil was more beef, but both of them enjoyed any version of Thai food. And it was quite nice. It was still weird to work one life when she was a fusion of two. She knew BB wouldn't mind the mix, but she doubted he wanted anything but Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:51:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flashes a rueful smile as he starts working his chopsticks. Short nails definitely make it easier than Samantha's near-inch-long manicures. He takes a shrimp, taps off some excess sauce and pops it in his mouth. "Mmmm... you were right... melts in the mouth. Good aftertaste too." Then he smirks, and she feels him starting to play footsie again, just toeing around her ankles for now. "Although remind me to get a different dessert... right now I have no excuse to offer you a bit of mine." He smiles at her flirtily but lovingly, as he has for months of her being completely Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 23:02:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry we can get different flavors. That works well that way." She smiles back and let's him play with her feet. It felt nice. She was really looking forward to putting him to bed totally worn out. Samantha's libido was amazing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It does mean I can't show off with my chopsticks, though." He grins for a moment, before taking another shrimp and putting it in his mouth. "There's probably a skillset for using them while you have really long nails," he muses as she uses her fork. "I know they're not as fast without plugs, but the body response teachers get there in the end. Helped me with my massage skills," he adds as he catches another shrimp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've never been good with them, you know that." She said, pointing out that Samantha's shortfall. "And it's not the same skill set as my dancing and gynmastics. Of course I haven't done a lot of the latter, want me to resume practice?" She asked looking thoughtful. She knew some of Samantha's moves would let her regain some coordination and fighting skill. Of course, she'd want him to encourage her to look into training again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're gonna have time once college breaks up, so sure. I don't mind having you in the front room stretching and bending over a lot." He chuckles and eats another shrimp. "As long as you aren't in the gym twenty-four-seven and I get to see you. No fun you being all limber and stretchy if I can't appreciate it." He smirks, then smiles more genuinely. "You know, whatever makes you happy, that's what I want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well it is something to consider, though I'm too tall to be a professional. Maybe I could move into something else that needs me to be that limber and agile. We'll look around and see what comes up." She said, though she knew most of the things that could be substituted for gymnastics was some form of martial arts. "We still have a room to outfit in the suite, I know we both are happy with sharing the home office, so we could put in a gym unit and some sim rigs. You know the type where you match the moves of a hologram?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 01:16:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles sharkily as she mentions being 'limber' but refrains from comment. "And much as I'd like to see you on stage in the ballet, I'm happy to have you sitting beside me. Modelling is more fun anyway - you wear more outfits." He winks.<br><br>"Sure," he nods as she asks about the sim rigs, both in understanding of what she means and, it seems, agreement. "As long as you don't mind me playing FightPro on it as well. I need to keep in shape too to keep up with you..." His toe slides up her calf again. "I look forward to the day they invent a chip that tones you while you sleep, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 01:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Closest I've seen to that is the gym machine you can plug into if, like you, you have interface plugs. I've read that you can do a sim or run a virtual office while your body goes through it's routine. " She makes a face at that. "Doesn't sound like a good reason to have a hole put in your head though." She wondered why Samatha hadn't got plugs before she had been put in her head. She recalled Samantha discussing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 01:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Damn things'll be obsolete in five years anyway. And the whole bit itches in the heat..." He slides a finger behind his ear where his plugs sit, just stopping himself scratching relexively after thinking about it. "Not to mention security in airports and stations. I swear, I'm not getting anything else cybernetic. Unless they finally start making flying superhero suits, obviously." He keeps a straight face for about a second before grinning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You should have gotten the newer composites. No metal, they stay body warm and you don't get the itch." She pointed out with a grin. "I mean&nbsp; that is what the guys at school say." She adds. "I don't do it, but I listen and pay attention to trends."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:40:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've asked about an upgrade but I'd have to pay for it myself, and I keep hoping they'll fix the issues with indirect connections and I can get the whole thing decommissoned." He sighs and smiles. "And then I see these full-on rivetheads... usually at clubs I go with you to... and they've got inserts and plugs all over." He shakes his head. "Blech."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now..they use a lot of those remember? Remember the band that ran everything through their implants? Six folks.. something like twenty instruments." She pointed out as she looked through Samantha's memories. <br><br>"And I recall you finding a certain brunette on the stage as being interesting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 15:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks shifty, and then laughs. "Hey, I just said I liked her hair. And her extra arm." He shakes his head, still chuckling. "She was very... skilful. Musically."<br><br>His toe slips around behind her knee and gently strokes. <br><br>"Don't go getting any ideas."<br><br>Thinking back, it had been a fun night. The band were great, not just gimmicky. Phil would have enjoyed them too. Maybe not the dancing, or the dress and boots Samantha wore, or the sex she and Michael had afterwards... but she definitely enjoyed them too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 03:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And her.. other 'assets'" Sam teased with a laugh. "I supsect if I asked you about eye color you'd say cup size."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 03:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Blue," he replies huffily. "Like yours were until recently." He takes a sip of his drink. "Besides, I'm a very poor gauge of cup sizes." He chuckles wryly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 01:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh don't pout, I have to tease, it's in my nature." She said with a liquid giggle. "You like it at home and I always keep the verbal imp under control when we need to be serious and proper." She scoots forward a bit more to give him better access&nbsp; to her dress' opening under the table. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 01:50:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It <em>is</em> always fun seeing you act serious and proper. Knowing what you're really like."<br><br>The toe of his shoe slides between her knees, up between her lower thighs now, and slides against her stocking-clad legs almost a pleasingly as his hands do at home.<br><br>"We're sponsoring some sort of charity thing, not arts or anything fun, next weekend. We'd have to be <em>very</em> proper. Me in a tux, you in an evening dress, the charming young lady on my arm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:04:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The sort of proper that means I have to get a new formal dress and possibly accessories?" She purred as she let him 'play' with her. "I find I can do that easily enough. Some nice shoes, maybe a new hairstyle, earrings, and a dress that doesn't wrinkle too much when we find a spot in a corner somewhere to have some fun."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mm-hmm." Her description of dressing up makes him smile lecherously, probably partially exaggerating but not entirely. "A new dress, new shoes, maybe opera gloves, jewellery... <em>definitely</em> stockings..." <br><br>This time he manages to notice as the waiter arrives with dessert and drinks. He straightens up slightly in his seat, his toe staying between her thighs, as <em>khanom mor gaeng</em> custard pudding is served, along with sato rice wine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 04:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds like you have a look planned out already." She said with a teasing smile as she started to nibble on her desert, taking her time to lick the spoon clean in a teasing way. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 02:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just in general... can you blame me for wanting to show you off?" He works his way around the pudding bowl with his spoon, taking a luxurious scoop, sliding it into his mouth, and offering her his spoon to lick as well as hers. "And I like the long shiny gloves... and teasing them off you when we get home. Although maybe they stay on," he adds with a smirk. "Like the stockings..." His toe brushes one of her garter clips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 03:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like the idea of gloves with the outfit huh? I'll make a note of that." She purred as she licked the spoon clean. "Definitely something to consider, and I have to admit they would go well with this sort of look."<br><br>She mulled it over as she let him continue playing footsie. Definitely he was enjoying things, and she'd be very happy to put him to bed happy before heading out to meet BB at a club. She didn't see a reason to not let him set the pace on things though.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 05:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returns the spoon to his mouth and gives it a lick before taking another spoonful of the soft, warm pudding, eating quickly, before taking a long sip of the sato, another, setting the cup down and retrieving the last spoonful of pudding. "Mmm..." He takes a moment to savour it, looking over at Sam, his toe brushing slowly around the band of her stocking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 06:05:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, we're done here I think. I expect you're ready to head back and shower up. You for bed and me to go out and meet the girls." She purred as she finished her own desert and sipped her drink. She was thinking something black and silk for BB, and that wouldn't be too hard for her.<br><br>"I know we could both use it." She said with a wicked chuckle. The idea of him taking her from behind in the shower was thrilling too.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 06:13:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a last long slide down her leg, his foot returns to the floor and he stands up, offering her a hand up as well, pulling her close for a moment and kissing her on the neck, as his comp wirelessly pays for dinner and calls for their car. He thanks the waiter in fluent Thai and leaves a good tip, helps Sam into her jacket and escorts her to the waiting car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam slides into the jacket, keeping her purse close at hand as she savors being close to him as she lets him lead her out by the arm and into the waiting car. She slid into the back with him and into his lap to continue the teasing game they were playing as she kissed him. <br><br>"Mmm.. you like the new look a lot I'm thinking." Sam said with a chuckle as she nibbled on his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like to think I'm flexible..." He slides in beside her, kissing her, putting his arms around her. "Home, James," he tells the autopilot, and the car locks into the city system and starts to drive them home as he lays her on the back seat, kissing her again passionately, his erection obvious in his suit trousers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:58:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned as she ground against him, enjoying the ride. She figured that she'd put her boy to bed with a smile and head out to the club to meet BB. <br><br>"You seem ready for a shower my dear." She purred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 06:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why, am I dirty?" he chuckles in her ear, then lightly sucks on her earlobe, his tongue pulling a little at her earring. He makes no move to take off her clothes, or his own, but instead a hand slides up her leg starting with the knee and up the thigh, like a foot had earlier, to caress the skin above the welt of her stocking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 18:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I need to clean up for the clubbing, and why not make a chore into something fun? I mean, you can 'lather' me up and I can put you to bed happy." She grinned. "That way when I'm done at the club you'll be nice and asleep. If I come in late enough I might even wake you up for your meeting with a 'happy morning wakeup'" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:28:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something to look forward to..." She feels him unclip her stocking and peel it back ever so slightly to stroke her skin where the band sat. "But don't worry about lateness, I'll be ready whenever you get in..."<br><br>The car speeds through the well-lit streets of the city's business centre towards the Benedict and their apartment. <br><br>As his left hand caresses her inner thigh, the right strokes her neck, as he moves to kiss her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She purred as he explored and teased her. It was quite enjoyable, Sam had to admit, and she took enough from Samantha to like being with a man. She was looking forward to the shower with growing enthusiasm.<br><br>"Slow down stud." She purred. "Don't want another exposure count remember?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As long as we don't open the sunroof again we'll be fine..." As he kisses her, his left hand slides up further, warm stroking fingers reaching towards her vulva. "And I have to admit that time was pretty funny... worth the fine twice over..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I would say that if you're up for it but we're not far enough from home?" Sam purred as she shifted to give him better access. It was definitely a thrilling thought, she had enough of Samantha to be thrilled by sex in public. Problem was they weren't far enough away for her to get the full experience.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 00:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe the country club on Saturday?" he laughs. "<em>After</em> we see my mother..."<br><br>As he lovingly strokes her G-spot, the car shifts, rocking them gently as it moves lane and turns, heading for their estate. Like being in a cabin on a cruise liner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 00:49:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I don't know.. it would be so much fun and take the edge off of me if we did it before we get there." She said with a sigh as she enjoyed his wandering hands. "You would be more relaxed too." She pointed out with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 01:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles. "True... but we'd really need to shower and change afterwards. Those new enhanced noses, I swear they're based on my mom's ability to detect if I've been smoking dope or having sex." <br><br>A fingertip brushes the lip of her vagina.<br><br>Then the car shifts off the road onto the track into the Benedict's parking lot.<br><br>"They need to start making those cars that go up buildings..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:19:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or you need a chip for patience my dear." She teased as she slid out of the car and walked towards the entrance with a saucy sway to her hips as she headed in. She knew the shower was going to be fun, if he could last till they reach their floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:43:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He locks the car and follows, catching up quickly and placing a hand on her derriere. "I can be patient about a lot of things... You aren't one of them..."<br><br>The elevator opens for them, called by the car arriving and opened by their approach, and he lets her in first, sliding in beside her, pulling her to him and giving her a long, deep kiss that only stops on the eighteenth floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 19:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I think I need a shower, and you need to have some fun before bed. You won't sleep with this." She said as she cupped his groin with a chuckle. "bothering you so terribly. So, we take care of this, shower up and I'll sneak away while you sleep with a smile."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 04:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His manhood shifts at her touch. He raises his eyebrows and smirks mischievously, and adjusts to let it move again.<br><br>He keeps an arm around her from the elevator to the apartment door, and already has her jacket off before the door closes, hurrying her along towards the bathroom, his hands roaming all over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 02:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now.." she pulled free so she could 'dance' out of her clothes for him. Making sure to put her outfit aside in a manner that would keep it from being mussed up as she does so.&nbsp; "We have to protect the clothing a bit better than that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:56:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aw, you know I can buy you more..." He chuckles as he reaches out to stroke her arm, her chest, her back as she bares each part, and in the meantime loses his tie and jacket, opens his shirt and pulls off his shoes, ready to follow her to the bedroom in just his open shirt and suit trousers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:44:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True, but habits are there for a reason sweetie. I'm supposed to respect the things I buy and design." She pointed out with a grin, reminding him that she was in fashion design. "It's not just clothing but part of an artistic canvas."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 03:05:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Being able to tear it off you gives it a good review in my book," he chuckles as he slides an arm around her waist, kissing her neck. "So if you want to keep it, better get it off..." His other hand undoes the buttons of his trousers and he slides them down, letting his penis head push out of the gap in the front of his silk boxers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think we can avoid the tearing part off." She said as she slipped out of his arms and into the shower, turning it own to her settings as she finished undressing.&nbsp; "Since you might want to remove it again."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 03:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True." He pulls on the waistband of his boxers in order to get it over his erection, and steps in beside her, naked and ready to go. "I just wanted to emphasise how keen I was..." he chuckles as he slides an arm around her, pulling her to him, his cock head briefly touching her labia as he looks to her for a nod of approval to slide it in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 06:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'd think you hadn't got laid already." She teased as she straddled him and kissed him as she wrapped her legs around him pulling him back so he can pin her to the wall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 01:33:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He does just that, kissing her hungrily as he presses her to the wall, holding her around the waist to keep her there comfortably as he thrusts into her. "Once is never enough," he breathes as he starts to slide in and out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 02:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh you're most assuredly right about that." She said before tightening around him as he fills her. She savored the rush of pleasure that filled her as she let him pin her against the shower and take charge. She chuckled as she nuzzled his neck. "I'm tempted to nibble a little higher but we don't want to embarrass you for your meeting now do we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 02:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better not," he agreed with another thrust, gritting his teeth slightly as he worked, letting gravity pull her down slightly, his pubic hairs tickling her clitoris with each motion. He was skilled enough not to pop too soon, even after this long a wait, but he was certainly going to be tired out after this. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 02:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How about the collar bone?" She teased as she kissed it. "You wouldn't show there. And it's not like I haven't&nbsp; nibbled there before." She pointed out with a chuckle. Of course he'd be bone tired by the end of this and was more than a little surprised that he had the vigor for so many times. Of course she was in one of her horny moods already so she was good to go for a bit longer. Idly as he worked her towards their mutual peak, if Sam had some sort of implant to help with her endurance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 02:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was probably designed that way on a genetic and hormonal level, built to be a rock chick sex kitten and enjoy it. Which she was doing right, as her man smiled at the touch of her teeth on his collarbone and kept pushing his penis deeper into her, pressing their crotches together to tickle her G spot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 03:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Custom genes, she figured as she let him push her closer and closer to climax. She nipped on his collar bone and moaned as she felt her climax start to peak. She was enjoying it and that is all that mattered to her. Add in that after this encounter, she'd be seeing BB for another round and she was glad of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 03:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One more thrust sent her over the top, and then another let her feel him come inside her. His pace slowed, he steadied his breathing to get his breath back, and he withdrew and gently let her down, keeping his arms around her waist and holding her close, kissing her forehead lovingly. "Guess we need that shower now, huh?" he chuckled as he stepped back under the spray of water, bringing her with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 03:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Definitely" She said as she picked up a wash cloth and started washing him off with a throaty chuckle. "Definitely need to clean this up." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 12:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm..." He twitched his relaxing prick as she ran the wash cloth over it, his own hands rubbing her back as he pulled her in to a kiss, the warm water running down their backs, then let her step back so they could wash each other, lotioning and massaging her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 00:47:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Time to put the tiger to bed." She purred with a throaty chuckle. "You need to get some sleep for your meeting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 00:50:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I sleep better with something warm to cuddle up to," he chuckled as he wiped the lotion away, stroking her clean wet skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I will be back, but I did promise my girls I'd meet up with them." she pointed out with a smile. "And I stayed home last night. Got to do the social network and fashion scanning thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know, and I admire your dedication... but someday..." He kissed along her shoulder... "I'll own a private island..." Up towards her neck... "... and you'll be the queen of the castl..." Nuzzling her neck again... "... and you'll just have to entertain guests there." Tracking kisses along her jawline to her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:46:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And in those days.. I'll be decreeing fashion .." She kissed him back. "not shopping around for the next trend." Another kiss. "Today, I have to skim the clubs for inspiration to steal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't <em>have</em> to..." he chuckled. "You just like the excuse." A hand caressed her breast, his thumb stroking over her nipple. "But yeah..." he kissed her again, and then tapped the wall controls to quick rinse and turn off the water, and reached for their towels to start drying her before himself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 03:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like what I find. Admit it, you like the outfits I find." Sam pointed out with a chuckle. She leaned into the towel with a purr. "Definitely enjoy taking them off."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 03:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I <em>do</em> like seeing you all dolled up, because you're so dollsome..." He smiled as he gently patted and stroked her skin dry, being gentle and loving as usual as he caressed her through the thin, fluffed towel. "And because it makes you happy." He moved on to carefully dry her hair, before casually rubbing his own dry and giving her a quick kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 03:42:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice to see I have you all nice and trained." She purred as she adds a bit of perfume and makeup. "You get to sleep and be ready for work on time and I might be able to reward you for being a good boy in the morning."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 04:19:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, ma'am." He smiled, trailed a hand around her waist before letting her go completely, and went to put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, then sit on the bed and watch her dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 18:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dressing with him watching was fun, she realized as she did herself up in a leather outfit with a lot of 'Asian' inspiration in it. Tying off her hair with a pair of chopsticks, she smiled to him as she spun around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 05:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slinky dress... thigh boots with spike heels... heavy makeup and an elaborate hairstyle... expensive lingerie underneath against her skin... being feminine and sexy was natural and enjoyable to her now.<br><br>He applauded and grinned as he lay on the bed, admiring her, clearly thinking about taking it all off her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 05:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You get to sleep, if I get back in time you can ravish before your meeting. But you have to look good for the meeting and not all tired and nibbled on." She told him as she pushed him into bed and kissed him. "I have to find something that gets me another bonus."<br><br>Winking she heads out, giving him a view of her strut as she heads out. Wondering what he'd think if he knew she was going to meet with BB.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 06:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she kisses him, she feels his hand on her ass, stroking it through her tight little skirt. "Be good," he chuckles as he reluctantly lets her go, watching her strut as she goes, saying "goodnight" as the door closes and sighing as he finds himself alone.<br><br>The elevator opens as she approaches it, ready for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 07:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she got elevator, cueing up a taxi as she rode it down, humming a club mix. She was looking forward to getting 'found' by BB. She knew the club that BB would 'hunting at'. She savored the idea as she walked out and got into the cab with a grin.<br><br>She let the cab take her away as she flicked open her data terminal and set it into countermeasure modes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 17:50:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The night security guards shared a look as she passed. Someone could break in and rob the place using her ass as a distraction.<br><br>The autocab purrs along on the presets, playing feeds on the screen in front of her. Dorn sabotaging <em>this</em>, Pinecrest vehemently denying <em>that</em>, and off, what <em>did</em> Roma D think she was wearing?<br><br>A message from BB decodes: "You out tonight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 17:57:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few taps back about this or that club comes out as 'I am, come and find me if you can.' to BB. She knew that her lover would be more than eager to get her hands on her new look and she knew she was looking forward to being 'caught'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:26:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe I will."<br><br>The cab reaches the right part of town, flagging up "non-corporate sector, additional tarriff charged" before proceeding into one of the city's nicer 'sin bin' quarters. The people on the streets are dressed louder and styled more provocatively. LED motion tattooes, UV-lit piercings... Nothing that couldn't be taken off or deactivated when mom and dad visit their dorms in most cases...<br><br>Velvet is loud, dark, dingy, has private booths, hosts women-only nights and bondage clubs, but tonight will let anyone in who isn't armed with anything more than a hand taser. There's a line, but everybody knows that's for peasants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:33:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam knows she never stood in line. Not as Samantha or Phil, and certainly not now. She smiled as she walked up to the bouncer, leaning over to kiss the female one on the cheek as she 'chirps' both of the bouncers a 'tip' from her discrete untraceable 'bar' fund transponder. <br><br>Of course the way she moved to kiss the bouncer gave the other bouncer a view of her behind. <br><br>And easy as that she was in. Lines were for chumps, she thought smugly as she took a drink from the bar and looked around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some of those in line look at her resentfully, some jealously... several lustfully.<br><br>The bodyscanner picks up her comp and the metal on her jacket and piercings, but not her concealed cybernetics. Of course, the average scanner would miss those too... but this one's clearly below average.<br><br>And then she's inside, in among dark red walls and glowing yellowish lights. Baffles and anti-noise fields keep the musci from overlapping across different rooms, but open doors in the corridor between areas let out basslines and repeated samples murmuring "I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, to fuck me, to fuck me..." Must have taken someone all lunchtime to come up with that floorfiller...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiled as she pulled the plug on her implant and slid in a wireless transponder for her&nbsp; comp before putting the cover back in place. A few taps to get the transponder and her comp talking to one another securely and she was rewarded by the flitter of her computer interface popping up as she glanced around. A mental 'click' here and there and the hidden partition that she'd installed on it came on line. To anyone watching her comp, she was still tapping in things every now and then like a club girl, but to her the real 'teeth' of her system was all virtually and mentally controlled. <br><br>She spotted a few people she knew from Phil's days, tagging them for her discrete database but not moving on as she 'felt out' the networks around her and setting up a virtual 'fence' around her to keep out the spam, trash hackers and rif raff. Normally as Phil, she'd put down a stone wall virtually that showed a 'big boy' was there. As Sam she went invisible instead. Not announcing herself in any manner as she searched for BB on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 03:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They all seem a bit taller than they did a year ago... and the men seem... well, she's just more aware of how the men seem in general. Big, loud, making wide gestures... looking at her as she passes. But then so are half the women here, just as openly.<br><br>Take <em>her</em> for example. Green code patterns on white skin, black plas halter top and strap-happy trousers, checking her out quite blatantly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 03:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam chuckles as she pops an IM to BB<br><br><em>Better hurry, I got a girl here looking to whack me over the head and run off with me.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I thought you were all about cock now." The voice in her ear is soft, but the chuckle is harsher. <br><br>Booms (http://kristin-k.net/gallery/albums/smallville/promos/s4/normal_s3promo1.jpg) smirks as she turns around. "Well, look at you all dolled up, my boy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well there is this girl but she's been dodging me. No matter how pretty I make myself." Sam said with a pout. "I waited and waited and she kept doing things without me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 05:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I bet you got all lonely waiting," she smirks. "And there's that big strong man just sitting there ready to ride. Screw<em>driven</em> is more like." She laughs, briefly. "Still want the data? Or have you gone native, princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 05:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now..he's nice. And makes a good distraction while the girl of my dreams ditches me for what seems like MONTHS." Sam teased as she stayed just out of reach. "Who apparently doesn't like the new look at all." She added with a pout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 06:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really answering my question there... or are you? How much did you spend to be a different girl? Did you even consider getting your dick replaced?" She half smiles, but seems genuinely curious... and a little wary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 18:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would I get to keep you if I went back to being my old self?" She asked as she moved in close, easing BB into the shadows even as she set countermeasures to spoofing anything that might be watching them. Camera or microphone as her comp starts putting out a white noise field. And she keeps moving till she's backed BB into a shadowy nook and pinned her hands.<br><br>"You told me to go back, for the job. You told me to play at being Samantha, for the job. Now you're all bent out of shape because you know what I had to do to be Samantha." She moved in close. "All the while I wanted my girl in that apartment. Pinning me to the shower and ravishing me. Me tying her to the bedframe and teasing her till she was ready to play. And I see the girl I LOVE all worried that I might have gone too girly? BB, I only stayed because you said I had to. I'd walk away in a second. Say it. I'll vanish and be happy to be back in the shadows. A month from now Sam will be slinging code and looking different, if her girl wants that."<br><br>She stops just short of kissing her. "Do you want me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 01:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That depends... who is it that I'm wanting?" She bends her hands down to stroke the tops of Sam's, leans a little closer so she can feel her breath on her moist lips. "I'm not sure where playing ends and being begins. Are you... Samantha?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 01:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.." She growled as she pushed BB back. "Samantha wouldn't get aggressive. She wouldn't slide her hands to spots you .." A hand slid a hand into her pants as Sam talked. ".. like. Or daydream of ravishing you in the backroom, tying you down on the conference table and teasing you till you apologize for leaving me in that silly girl's role. Have I changed? Yes. Do I want to be a trophy wife? No. I want to fight in a bedroom with you till we're both lying together drained and happy." Her eyes sparkle as she pouts.<br><br>"Unless you don't want me as well as a nice payout."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 02:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe." Then she pushes forwards and kisses her, pressing her tongue through her lips to touch hers. She slips her hands free and slides them inside Sam's jacket to hold her bare-underneath arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 02:13:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe don't make it." Sam said as she pulled back, though it was clear she wanted it. "You come on all pouty bitch on me like this. Ask me if I like BEING a trophy? Is the sex good? Yeah.." She kisses BB savagely. "Is he a nice guy? Yeah. Did I ever wake up thinking of him before you. No. I played the role you set me in. I thought you were the butch, the domme in this relationship? Jeeze.. I've seen you put your girls in the same role before and not care. You'd fuck them senseless afterward to show you were better, but you'd never ask them if you liked the dick better." She nibbled on BB's ear.<br><br>"Want me to be the bossy one? I'd love chaining you to a bed but I'm not sure you'd like it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, but none of those other girls used to be men. Or spent a year thinking they were perfect little girlfriends. You did, so you playing that part so well has me questioning. Dig?" With that, she pulls Sam closer, a hand tight on her tightly skirted ass. "Anyway I've been working to try and rescue you, li'l damsel. Remember Mock? He ghosted same time you did... he's never been seen since either. So we're trying to find his paper trail. Maybe karma caught him too and when we find him he'll be breastfeeding... but chances are he sold you into skirts and escaped..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could code up a few worms to see what happened to his funds. I knew a few of his back door data havens and code bins. Figured I should leave a few points that he thought were 'undetected." Sam said with a chuckle. "I like the idea of him breastfeeding but not so much the possibility he might not know what is going on. You didn't find anything about who did this to me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 04:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's the best lead. Either a suspect or another victim. I don't believe in coincidences that big in our little community. Either way it's a pointer towards likely guilty parties." She strokes Sam's hair. "I prefer guilt-free parties, even if I do something I <em>should</em> feel guilty about..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 22:24:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like a party with you lashed to the bed and me playing with you after that crap you tried to pull. I get you to admit you like me and after you leave me in role for a week, you start stuff like 'do you like him better?'." She chuckled. "We got enough to go looking for him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You should be flattered I'm jealous, kitten." She shakes her head. "And riding a big juicy cock is more of a change for you than most girls, remember... just wanted to make sure you hadn't reverted to factory settings."<br><br>She checks her comp. "Shoot me some seekers... I'll track him down if he's track-down-able. Then maybe we'll have some good news to celebrate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll send you the ones you can chase, I think I'll check his 'hidden' files." She purred as she sent the old locations that she figured he thought was hidden. "I'll just be a minute or two." She closed her eyes and focused on sending out feels for the missing man. She figured that if he was still aware, he'd tap these.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she stood with her eyes closed, she felt lips, teeth and a tongue on her throat, and a nimble hand up her skirt, massaging her thigh along the band of a stocking. <br><br>No reply to her checks. Even if he was offline, there'd be something... Could be Mock was dead. Or something else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:24:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Behave." She said as she moved to the next data haven, looking for his hidden accounts. If he wasn't putting things in, perhaps some of his stock portfolios had been manipulated and any orders were given. "Nothing on his first hidden files, looking into his data havens, stock files and such. The last stop will be his journal. Would you believe he keeps one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's not shifting money, you think he'll be blogging?" BB whispered in her ear before sucking on her earlobe and flicking her earring with her tongue. <br><br>Last entry was late July, nine months ago. <em>Think I may have just met the hottest girl in the world. Wish me luck!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:41:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got to understand the ego." She said as she dove into the site to get where he had logged from. She could roll the video to get an ID on Mock and track him. It was easy enough when she had a time/place. Luckily with the massive space even a home system had, video that far back would still be possible to find.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:55:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				July would be about the time all his credit stopped moving too. <br><br>No video for the night in question on his system, the last was four nights earlier, a poorly framed image suggesting he was hiding a camera inside a shoulder bag while meeting someone. <br><br>"-o did you bring the gear?"<br><br>A typical cloak-and-dagger transaction. <br><br>Running a trace suggested he was up the coast, a few hundred miles away, at the time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Got a trace..." She said as she dove into the net and started stalking for him. "Tuck me in a booth to cuddle with you." She was suddenly alive with the return to the net. She didn't use Phil's avatar or Samantha's cheap one but a formless woman of black metal as she moved north to get a bearing on her quarry. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not much activity back in May, after Phil disappeared. He went off the grid for a couple weeks, moved his base of operations... who was he trying to get away from? Then back up in June and July, not running any ops, initially just finding gear... slowly relaxing... until he vanished.<br><br>BB slid into the booth beside her, trailing kisses down her neck, teasing her thighs with her fingertips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started combing a pattern of movement, pulling up his biometrics and adding in a search program as she finds locations that he had been to. <br><br>"Teasing me doesn't help you know. He lingered for two months after Phil vanished." She said
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww." BB's hand stayed on Sam's inner thigh, but at least stopped stroking. Nearly.<br><br>She started to build a pattern around his disappearance, putting a trace on the people he recorded meetings with, tracking what he was gathering... In a few hours she might know what happened to him.<br><br>"After <em>you</em> vanished, you mean. Or do you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 23:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, after I vanished." She corrected herself. "I still wish I knew where they dropped the rest of the old me at? Was it chopped up and recycled, transplanted or put into a tube somewhere." <br><br>She slipped into Net fully, coding up search worms with patterns that she had found, and set them out to look for them. She code up enough of them to stealthily look around for clues and alert her as she came out of the Net and smiled at BB.<br><br>"I should have a lead in an hour or two. Know anything we can do while we wait? I seem to recall someone having a little hidey hole nearby."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 19:40:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are <em>such</em> a slut." BB pulled her close and kissed her deeply, her pierced tongue flicking hers, her small hands running through her long hair.<br><br>"How much of you is reconditioned and how much is new, anyway? I thought they just girlified your existing body... You feel real enough..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 00:12:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You keep forgetting that I'm nearly a foot shorter than I was." Sam pointed out. "Remember the exam you put me through?" She said as she finished and set the flurry of spiders out looking for her prey. It was amazing how easy it was to get back into hacking. Even now she could see some changes though. Phil's avatars were blunt and unartistic, hers were more artistic and graceful. Still as potent as ever though. <br><br>She opened her eyes. "I got a set of short loop replicating searchers out looking for traces on him. They'll find the last appearence and we can scrub from there. Odds are we'll find this girl he was with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 01:46:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They can do pretty clever things nowadays... Of course you have a menstrual cycle and all, so someone <em>really</em> wanted you girly. Not that I blame them... you're <em>much</em> more fun en femme..." Booms stroked Sam's thighs, exposed under her skirt.<br><br>Last confirmed appearance leaving a club up the coast with a cute little blonde... running ident...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 04:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the search engines output ticking away in her vision she smiles. <br><br>"I'm not genetically Phil. They put me in her body, that is some tricky work." She chuckled. "Or something like that. We could go somewhere private while I wait for results."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 00:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's. I haven't really had a chance to really test out this new body you're so proud of."<br><br>Cute little blonde... very cute indeed... probably under twenty-one, using a fake ID... makes tracing difficult... but not impossible... blue eyes, dancer's figure, not unlike Samantha's...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 00:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She added Samantha's biometrics and started by comparing her to the blond, then set the searchers to finding the girl while tracking both the old target and new one. Things were looking up. <br><br>"You think the implant in my head might have some data we could plumb?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 02:43:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Similar but not the same... a guy who fancied her would definitely consider the so-called 'Amy Wallace' his type as well, unless he was seriously anti-blonde. <br><br>"Sure it does... but opening it up runs the risk of giving you a factory reset. Which would be fun if you imprint on the first person who kisses you, but not helpful in the long run..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 07:57:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not neurally connected to me anymore remember? I had the doc cut the linkage. I'm safe and I was thinking of sneaking in with a squib and having the full program being copied from where it was without me accessing it neurally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 17:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Long's you're sure..." <br><br>The 'Amy Wallace' ident is a construct, not just a fake ID with a real name. No trace before a few weeks earlier, and no trace after. She disappeared as completely as Mock did... Still, backtracking and interconnections might yield something...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:11:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He got baited, the girl was a cut out." She said as she set more probes into the ID. The more she looked, the more likely she'd trip into the person that constructed them. "Odds were that he tried to burn a client. I wish I knew where his data bomb was. All fixers have a vault of data that they can unleash if they think they are getting burned." <br><br>She set the worms work, and programmed up alerts so she could return to have fun with BB. <br><br>"I got a few dozen of his 'dives' that he used for cover. We could check a few of the hotel rooms out for a hidey hole." She said with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did he use dives? He always tried to look like a highroller when I was around. Trying to make me swoon, I reckon... champagne and foie gras..." Booms chuckled at the memory. "Probably silk sheets if I'd ever let it go that far. Little did he know that you were the one who'd like being treated like a princess," she added wth a laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I found a few 'spikes' that indicated hidey holes. Most likely spots that he had some automated system maintain for him off the books. Nothing too big but a place to hide for a day or two. Want to head up there to check?" She asked with a grin. "And don't tease if you're not going to let me pin you to a wall to ravish." She added impishly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 15:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I didn't say I wasn't... but we should try and find out more as well. See, I'm goal-oriented and focused."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 01:58:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know a few of the spots he liked to use as 'hidey holes'. Hotels mostly, want to get his favorite here and see if he hid something that?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 02:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Does it have water beds?" She grins. "No, seriously, focused and goal-oriented. And you'd have to take your heels off on a waterbed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 03:13:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You find something and you get to choose who is on top." She purred as she looked over BB. "I find it and you get ravished. Incentive and goal orientated enough? Or would you like to head up the coast to find the ones he used last?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 17:32:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohh, you're <em>all</em> about ravishing tonight, ain'cha? We don't really have time to make it to the beach if you have to be back for breakfast, keep that one for later... Start somewhere a little more handy, see what he left behind on his way out of town."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 06:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well someone has to do the ravishing and you're all worried that I'm stuck on the boy over you." She looked thoughtful. "I could reconfigure the local nets to scan for implants like mine. Something subtle and sneaky. That I can do over time. We can work up a quick recon of a few of his hidey holes I know about and use the water bed in one if you like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 08:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's do that." Booms lightly licked her neck before sliding out of the booth, offering a hand to help her up too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping the wireless link going, she smiles to BB and lets her lead the way.<br><br>"I like flexing my muscles and skills again. That is the worse bit of playing trophy, keeping them to a low level." She admitted as she gives BB the address of his safe houses in the area. "Rather just vanish and go into the shadows."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 00:12:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms looked back and smirked as she lead her by hand through the club. "That almost sounds like the ghost of old you... new you loves the spotlight too much, doncha kitten?" She arched an eyebrow, before they stepped through the security cordon and out into the rain-slicked street, to a waiting real-driver cab.<br><br>Sure enough, the line to get in paused to check them both out... and Sam more than BB.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 00:20:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd love to do the shadows game again... you know that, but you're right. We have to burn the folks that did this first. They might not like their investment vanishing on them. And I might not be so lucky next time in who I wind up as." She shrugged. "Not to mention they might figure out their 'design' error next time." <br><br>She gives the driver the most likely hidey hole in the area that she knows of, using her wireless link to keep an eye on her smart bots looking over the area. Definitely more fun to play on the net.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 00:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is not a nice neighbourhood," the driver said as she told him. "You girls going to be alright?"<br><br>BB looked at Sam and smirked, letting her answer on behalf of the girls in the back seat...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 00:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll be fine. Most of the folks here are aware on how to mind their business and that appearences don't mean as much as folks think." She said as she pulled cash from her hidden cache and paid him. This wasn't something she wanted to be tracked. Of course one of her smart bots was chasing after her, disrupting her data trail and purging vid feeds for 20 minutes around her passage. As far as the world was concerned she was still at the club.<br><br>"Come on honey." She said as she stepped out, checking her hidden stun rod's charge. Safer to be ready than hurt. She looked to BB, who had more nasty options at hand. And the augmented reflexes to feed a gang their feet in the time it would take her to stun one in the nuts. Ironically her newfound agilty and flexibiltiy meant she was better at defense than she had been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 01:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she'd had the reflexes and dexterity she had now... she might not have been taken... then she wouldn't have them... but never mind.<br><br>The cab rumbled through the streets, staying off the guidance strips for the autocars, catching a lot more bumps and potholes as a result. The suspension was good enough to keep it largely smooth, but it still sounded the part. <br><br>BB leaned back in the seat by Sam, reaching over to stroke from her knee up to the hem of her tight little skirt. "I really do like how girly you are..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 01:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am glad, I know how you like 'delicate flowers' in leather outfits." She whispers back. "I think I might like the Asian look more than the red head look. I know you get all simple around the look." She grins as she leans over to nibble on BB's ear with a wicked smile. "Still worried I'm more into guys now? Or would you rather I be the Dom in our relationship. I like the idea of tying you to a brass bed a lot."<br><br>She figured in five to ten minutes they'd be at the point where they would have to pay mind to the street around the hidey hole. Of course once they got INSIDE the building it would be okay, she had left several backdoors when she tracked the bolt holes down in the past. Now, all they had to do was find some clue as to what happened to the tool that might have burned them.<br><br>"Get anything off the taps I put in?" she whispered as she slid into BB's lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 00:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bunch of stuff, still filtering signal to noise... what am I looking for in particular?" BB asked as she slid her arms around Sam's waist. "And yeah, I worry about boys. I do get jealous, you know." She sucked on Sam's earlobe, flicking her earring with her tongue. "The way you've girled up, it's only natural to think you might want a real man..." she chuckled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 01:04:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well we could cut things now and vanish across the pacific. The idea of shacking up with you in Tokyo or Hong Kong makes me all tingly." Sam purred with a chuckle. "I have had a guy..and a girl. I like the girl more, her insecurities aside."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 01:44:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll do till someone better comes along?" BB smirked and nuzzled her neck. "Anyway, things to look out for? Other than the fact you're daddy's little princess even though you were a boy till around your eighteenth birthday?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 01:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There aint anyone better." Same purred as she stood on tip toe and nipped BB's ear as she gave the solo's breast a quick squeeze. "I like what I have here. What more could I want?" She let one of her free roaming programs know the back door to the safe house and set it loose as they walked up, the door opening for them with a buzz.<br><br>"Till I say different nothing will register us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 02:02:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Apart from cock?" BB stuck her tongue in her cheek suggestively as she paid the driver, taking Sam's hand as she stepped out first, being the one in sensible shoes, helping Sam to her high-heeled feet and glancing around with all due wariness.<br><br>The receptionist on the front desk didn't look up as they passed, heading for one of the rooms. The lights flickered on as they entered it, the door closed and auto-locked three times behind them. <br><br>"So where's the stash, and where's the bed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 02:13:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There are two safes in the kitchen, behind the fridge and oven. I think he likes a hidey hole in the closet between the bedroom and bathroom. And you can guess where the bed is." She said as she walked into the kitchen. It was hard to tell this place hadn't been used in a year, the remotes had run a regular cleaning pattern evidently. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 03:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB patted her on the ass as she strolled off to the kitchen, fishing around in a jacket pocket for her multitool.<br><br>"Aws yeah, here we go..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 03:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yup.. definitely." She grinned as she triggered the drives to move the oven out of the way.&nbsp; "I can hack the locks. Think he'll have left anything of merit?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 01:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He was a man of little merit at the best of times... hopefully it isn't just year-old blackmail data."<br><br>The locks surrendered, revealing a stash of data clips, some non-sequential bills and a zip gun taped to the top of the space.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 01:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, surprised if there is not a few more polymer specials lying around." She tossed the gun aside and tucked away the cash before feeding the chips into her reader. "He likes the same cipher keys so I'm sure the 'breakers will be done. You got the fridge out of the way yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 02:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothin' much there. Just enough cash and blanked credit cards to make you think it's the only safe."<br><br>The reader started to unscramble the data... mostly a year out of date, but there was a file marked Screwdriver, extra-crypted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 02:40:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got something here, why don't you check the bedroom and bathroom while I do a dive in to start working on this. Double encrypted with my old handle on it." She said as she walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed to dive into the computer network to turn her full attention to the file.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 23:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think we should check out the bedroom together..."<br><br>It was a collection of data all dated the weeks between Phil's disappearance and Mock's, about possible sightings and leads. He had been looking for him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 23:36:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give me a second." She said as she pumps the file into the house network and turns on the TV. "He was looking for me.&nbsp; Why?" She looked over the data.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 00:22:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Self-preservation?" BB suggested. "That last job was connected to him... and he disappeared, so obviously he was right to worry... or he got too close."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:06:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True but it also gives me more clues into where his data network might be, have you found anything in the bedroom?" She asked, still in the matrix for the most part. She was enjoying returning to her 'true' home, the world of computers where her skills were supreme.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 06:09:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just the Magic Fingers." On cue, she heard the low hum of the bed massage feature starting. "When do the uploads stop?"<br><br>About ten days before Mock disappeared...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 06:13:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"About ten days before he vanished. I'm doing a trend analysis of what he was up to to help localize where he had been." She said as she updated her search programs for Mock. Every little refinement. "Don't forget to check the bathroom and closest."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 06:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing in the closet... We're lucky we found <em>anything</em>, let alone something relevant. It does suggest that whoever we particularly pissed off to get you... <em>all pretty</em>... was connected to one of our tangles with him. Unlikely he took a personal interest otherwise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 07:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He wouldn't have gone looking for me unless it came down to him thinking there was something in it for me, or you and Ronin putting in a gun barrel in his ear." She said quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 20:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB nodded. "Well, this'll give us stuff to look at for a few hours... not that I want to spend a few hours looking at this stuff right now..." she added with a coy smile as she slid onto the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 23:51:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold on horny girl." She teased as she set the smart bots to work, and to filter the files. She figured that they would do the tedious work, add it to the research she already had and alert her if a&nbsp; lead came up. Finishing up she pulls out of the net with a grin. <br><br>"I got the bots scanning the paperwork, data tracking and monitoring for any trouble. We'll know before anyone comes looking for me. The phone says I'm at some rave or another. We're good for a bit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 00:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So very clever." BB beckoned with one figure, leaning on her other elbow as she sat up on the bed. "I think that gets you a reward..."<br><br>The bots swirled silently until she separated her consciousness entirely to focus on BB, as she started to unbutton her pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Glad to hear it. I've been day dreaming about this for days." Sam said as she slid into bed and hungrily kissed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 04:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl." BB quickly and skilfully started to undo the back of Sam's dress as she kissed her, their legs sliding against each other's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 04:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So that mean you'll be the one tying ME up and not the other way around?" Sam teased. "Bring any..toys to play with?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With one hand finishing undoing her dress, and reaching in to unfasten her bra, Booms reached over with the other to fish around in her bag, bringing out a pair of cuffs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm.. I'd like to put those on you." Sam teased.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bet you would." She pulled Sam's arm out, and locked the glossy memory plastic around her wrist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I do.." Sam pouted as she let her hand be cuffed. "I mean.. you look soooo.. fetching and sexy don't up helplessly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:30:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're the damsel here," BB chuckled, licking Sam's earlobe as she cuffed her to the bed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:31:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better show me that it's true." Sam said with a grin as she ran her leg up BB's thigh. She wanted to be in charge to make BB see that she was primary in her life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB slid Sam's other arm free and started to work her dress down off her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam let her undress her, slipping her hand over and into her shirt to tease BB's breasts. She smiled wickedly at the girl. <br><br>"Sure you don't want me to cut loose and we can do this all the time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes I do... You're the one needs to know who bitched you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True, but we also need to know when it's time to cut our losses and run. I got a scanning program looking for implants like mine. It's in the city security scanners and it's going to 'beep' me if it finds any others."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 00:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How long's that been there?" BB asked, then smirked. "How unique <em>are</em> you, my beautiful snowflake?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 00:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Took two people to make me remember? Phillip and Samantha. I'm a fusion of both of them. I doubt that any other person with the implant is like me. Odds are they are all whoever they were programemed to be. It was a stroke of luck the EMP cut things loose before the Phillip side was all gone." She continued to tease with her leg and free hand. <br><br>"If I knew we were going to drop and vanish, I'd talk about getting a full implant. Micheal was worried that I had gotten implant neural work, I'm sure that if I was to get registered at a legitimate clinic I'd be flagged quick. Makes you wonder who would crawl out of the woodwork. Luckily the one I got is scanner transparent. At least outside of medical clinics."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 01:27:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll call that Plan Z for finding who's involved..." BB continued to undress Sam, getting her down to her stockings and panties, as she herself stayed clothed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 01:35:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I say we just bail and pull a fade. I mean you mentioned the shadowmarket in Japan, and I know...knew a few guys who needed skilled labor in Oz and Thailand. No one would find us there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:07:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Giving up?" BB raised her eyebrows. "Never knowing who to thank for turning you into a bitch?" She ran a hand across Sam's exposed bosom. "We could do that, but I <em>know</em> it'll bug you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You keep one thing.. we can bait things so the folks that did it might try to 'reboot' Samantha. And if we pull a fade we can always leave a trail to draw them out. Something that leads them to the shadows of OUR guns." She pointed out with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My old buddy's still in there..." BB smirked with a nod. "He just likes wearing tight little dresses now. Who can blame him?" she added with a laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:38:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rule number one. 'Know when to run'. Remember? I screw up you lose me and I get to be a trophy wife with no imagination." Sam pointed out. That was she couldn't stay with Micheal. He was THEIR choice, not hers
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB nodded. "Nobody's making you a trophy wife but me."<br><br>One of her analysis programs reported back. <br><br>'Disappearance of Mock followed by appearances of cover identities matching possible new identities within forty day parameter: <del>Samantha Phillips</del>, Lu H'sien, Michael Connolly.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just a second. I got a flash from one of the analysis programs. Mock vanished and three new IDs popped up. I'm one of them." She closed her eyes and had the 'trackers' look into the other two: , Lu H'sien, Michael Connolly.<br><br>"I'm going to be really pissed if Mock is Micheal." she grumbled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 03:00:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB made a face. "Oh God. How could he <em>not</em> be? Both of you together... saves on storage." She grimaced, suppressing a laugh. "Mock's your <em>boyfriend</em>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 03:04:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If he is.. he's my EX boyfriend." Sam says with a sigh as she looks into the other name. She didn't know how to get over that. "I think I can cobble together something to knock the implants off line for a short period."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 03:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He always did have good taste in girls," Booms noted, still just about stopping herself grinning wickedly.<br><br>Lu H'sien was a researcher in Samantha's father's company... a record that looked unremarkable, a solid worker who'd had a few sick days here and there, some of them probably absenteeism after Shinto holiday drinking... like Samantha and Michael, he seemed like a real person...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 03:18:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Question is.. who do we let out first? Micheal or this other guy? Whoever we pick will be out of it for a while. A few hours while the installed implant reboots and resets."&nbsp; Sam looks thoughtful. "Do we move on Micheal, find out if he's mock.. or zap the researcher and download his stuff? I'm betting he had a role in the implant design."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 19:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's your head... this researcher will be harder to get to, of course, you already have Mikey's keys. And his balls in your purse."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 19:59:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now.. he travels through security gates, I can get a scan of him and Micheal easily enough." She said with a chuckle. "I do know that Micheal has been through the corporate travel areas, I could hack into that to get his scans." She said, making an offer of what she could do. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 20:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Go for it. I'd say research guy is more likely to have security around him, trapdoors and things... if Mike had them you'd probably have tripped them by now, you been sharing a bed with him for like a week since you woke up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 20:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know.. he's really leery of me getting an implant." She pointed out as she directed the software bots to look for his scans. "If he's Micheal that's one thing if he went willingly but if he was like me he wouldn't be there but under the surface. A small emp blast would disrupt his implants and we could ask questions..till he goes back off line.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 14:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael was where she left him, probably dreaming of her...<br><br>"Bet he didn't like you getting a new look either. Hopefully you didn't tip your hand about not totally being Princess Samantha anymore. Either way... guess we better move on this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 18:33:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam shrugged. He was worried that I might have gotten neural work. " She set her agents to look through scanner records for her two targets over the last few days in areas they might have gotten scanned. Then tp pull those scans. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 23:41:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They probably put a worry like that in his design... to protect your wires. If we could access his code... hmm... We never <em>could</em> access yours, looking at his will give us a lot more to go on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 23:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually I never looked in mine. I've been under cover all this time remember?" She pointed out with a chuckle. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 03:00:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh." Booms looked a bit surprised by this. "I figured you thought poking it would reactivate it or something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 03:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's off line. I cut the linkage from the implant and the attached neural linkage. I can craft up a software cutout to scan my program and run a filter so it wouldn't take me over like it did before I had the surgeon cut the link." She rubbed her leg up and down BB's leg. "I was thinking I could be persuaded."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 22:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooohh," BB smirked. "Well then, how to persuade you..." she said with a fake thoughtful expression, as her hand stroked across Sam's bust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 23:16:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know a lot of ways, most of them don't involve you being a coy tease." She said as she snaked her legs around BB's waist and pulled her in closer. "In fact few involve foreplay this slow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 00:40:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you were the one got distracted," she replied, leaning over to kiss her. "Not the first time Mock and I shared a girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 20:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As I recall you enjoyed 'stealing' the girls from him. You really want to see if he's 'offline' in Micheal's body for sure?" She asked with a grin as she squirmed underneath BB. "So, you going to steal me away from him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 00:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Didn't I already?" she chuckled as she nuzzled Sam's neck, sliding a hand up her skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 00:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're getting there.. going to do more than tease." Sam teased as she kissed her back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 00:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're the tease, I'm the please..." And Sam felt a fingertip brush at her clitoris.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 00:24:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam moans lightly as she settles back in the bed and let her lover tease and pleasure her. <br><br>"Oh..that works for me. Get me going." She purred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 16:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thought it might," BB grinned as she lightly, skilfully massaged her, other fingers brushing at the lips of her vagina.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 20:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam settled back and let BB do her magic with her fingers. If micheal really was mock wouldn't there be a reason he was put in place? Why, it could be a reward. Time enough to think about such thing later she reminded herself as she returned to the more important matters at hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 02:05:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB shifted her hand, caressing Sam's clit with her thumb as she slid her other fingers between her lips. "We should thank your designers... you're so pleasable..." She licked her neck as she worked inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 02:45:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you think I'm all Vat.. or was there a real Samantha once upon a time?" She asked as she felt her body stir in response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 02:31:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sexing now. Talking later." BB spoke insistently, and pressed her lips to Sam's, and slipped her tongue between her teeth to meet hers, to enforce this. As she massaged her inner walls, she kept the kiss going, her other hand at the small of Sam's back to keep them good and close. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:17:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam returned the kisses hungrily, forgetting her other problems as she let her lover take charge and undress her. It had been too long since their last make out session and she was still horny from her makeover. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 02:48:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB expertly massaged her inside and out, her fingertips working her vaginal walls, her thumb on her clitoris like an artist might use a trackball. She broke off the kiss and licked her neck, giving her a chance to moan or scream as she saw fit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 01:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moaning loudly, Sam feels her body start to peak and rise again as she comes under her lover's expert touch. She lay back and let the waves of pleasure drive her to a peak she never felt as a man. Savoring and enjoying it as she squirms at BB's touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 16:45:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB did not stop, or remove her hand, until Sam felt herself climax again and fall back. spent. <br><br>"My my... you really are fuckable, you know that. I didn't know better, I'd say whoever did this to you was doing you a favour."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 20:11:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think it's the attention I'm receiving, not the hardware, that makes me happy to be taken care of by you." Sam said with a grin, wishing she could slide up to kiss her lover. "I think I can key up a code to 'glitch' any implants that Micheal might be under the influence of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 00:11:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Straight into the talking after the sexing. Guess that's one way you're still like a boy." BB smirked as she scolded. "Good thing there's so many other ways you're not." She playfully licked one of Sam's full nipples. "But okay, guess we should be doing the focus thing, so we can get to the revenge and the running away to be my hot little bride."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 00:15:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've always did well at multitasking. I'd have gone straight to kissing and returning the favor but someone cuffed me to the bed." Sam said with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 00:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I didn't want you getting distracted and wandering off," Booms teased, tinkling the chain of the cuffs with her fingertips. "You belong to me now, girltoy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 00:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually I was more into the 'tying you down and teasing you till you scream' than wandering off." Sam said with a chuckle. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 03:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which is my job, princess." BB licked her bosom, stopping to tug at her nipple with her front teeth for emphasis. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 04:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You want to continue with the loving then?" She purred as she considered her lover. "Seems to me you're over dressed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 16:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do think I've earned it..." BB said as she langourously kissed Sam's hard nipple. "Up to you, of course, we have crime to fight." She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 03:04:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want you to do what you enjoy." She said with a chuckle. "What do YOU want to do now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 03:31:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB smirked and released Sam's wrist from the cuffs, dropping them in her bag, then lay back, undoing her top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 03:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam chuckled as she slid on top of BB and pulled her hands away. If anyone was going to undress BB it would be her. <br><br>"Nice.." She said as she ran her hands over her body, teasing her as she slowly undressed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 03:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB smirked, bit her soft lip, and wriggled as Sam revealed the hot pink bra and thong she had on under her edger gear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 21:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thats new.. you usually so.. 'bleh' in your style choices. Am I rubbing off on you?" She asked as she took her down to JUST the bra and thong. "I would love to do you up in proper Edgerunner chic."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 22:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bet you would, Little Miss Dressup, bet you'd love to have me mincing around in skirts and heels like you..." BB smirked. "I just thought I'd buy some nice undies for when I let you see them." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 22:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was thinking something delightfully tight, black and maybe even faux leather." She purred as she started teasing her lover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 02:11:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm... I suppose that might work..." Booms ran a fingertip just under the bustline of her bra, pushing it up just a fraction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 02:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do think you would look.. AWESOME in the right sort of dress and bustier." Sam said with a grin. "And we could put all sorts of goodies in your outfit to make folks that you're not armed but have them at hand. She continued to tease and tickle as she took Boom's hands and pinned them over her head. <br><br>"Ah ah.. my turn to play now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 02:23:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm flattered... but we can't all be princesses like you," Booms smirked. She allowed her hands to be moved away. "Won't you need the other hand, then?" she teased.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 19:53:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you will find I can do a lot with a free hand." She purred as as she continued to tease and tickle BB
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 03:02:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could have kept you chained up, then... mental note for future reference..." she added with a sly smirk. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 01:18:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful.. I'm the one on top right now." she reminded BB as she slid up to kiss her again, keeping her arms pinned and rubbing her leg against that lovely pink thong. "And I get to play the agressive one this time."&nbsp; She added as she slid the bra off and slid down to tease a breast with her tongue. <br><br>"I think if you're the edger of the couple you should have something for my tongue to play with down here." She added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 01:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything in mind? I kinda like being <em>au naturel</em> in that area." She grinned, even as her nipple hardened under Sam's tonguing. "Hard enough getting a comfy bra without a flamethrower attachment..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 21:42:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Was thinking of a little jewelry.. you wouldn't believe how sensitive it can make you." She said as she continued to tease, nip and kiss her way downward. "All sorts of little sparkly tingly feelings come of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 02:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I do like sparkly tingly feelings... not sure I want to go getting modded too much, though, that's... mmm..." She paused as Sam brushed at her clitoris. "... a bit stepping on your toes..." she added dreamily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 02:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did say you'd get 'modified' or bodysculpted when we finally pull up anchor and leave." She reminded her as she continued to tease and tickle her till she was ready to scream.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 03:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmnnn, did I...?" she panted before just moaning and gasping incoherently with pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 19:33:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam purred as she continued to tease and tickle her lover, wanting to keep her on the cusp for as long as she could. <br><br>"Well someone said they might get something extra put in. Sort of go futa. Thing was if she did I had to agree to be her little geisha." She continued to tease and kiss all the while. "You still want me as your geisha yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 01:53:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB didn't answer, beyond a smile and a moan of pleasure as Sam continued to tease her. "Mmmnnn, you wan' it too..." she managed to moan breathlessly at the suggestion of Sam turning geisha. "Yeaaaaah, y'do..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 01:58:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course I do. Just because I don't want to be Samantha doesn't mean I haven't learned to appreciate the forms you like." Sam said as she started in on her lover in earnest, driving her skillful fingers into her sex and teasing her body to fuller expressions of pleasure. Skillfully working multible climaxes out of the street fighter and making her see pleasures that she rarely experienced with another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rarely let anyone in so completely of course, that the rarity of the touch as well as the skill was enough to make her gasp with ecstacy over and over until she was spent.<br><br>"Mmmm... dunno about futa... though I guess you want cock," she said with a worn-out laugh as she lay back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want you." Sam says as she continues to pleasure her lover. Kissing her as she lets her hands roam over her. "We could quietly vanish into Asia after a big score and settle down. Get you a little mixed martial arts studio to run. Guns, Kung Fu, and knives. I could be your quiet little Japanese wife. With the right shadow clinics we could even mix up a little baby for you to give me." She hit a particularly sensitive spot.<br><br>"Or we could pull a good fade, and find some place else to do contract work together. A samurai and decker are always in demand. I hear Europe has gotten all nice and polite about shadow work. Play by the rules and the authorities don't chase you across the continent and we've always been good at snatch and grab with no fuss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're certainly good with snatch," BB laughed as she stretched sleepily on the bed. "And running away with you to make you my pretty little wife certainly appeals..." She reached up to lazily stroke Sam's cheek. "You really are the girliest girl I've ever met. Gotta hand it to the guys that made you, you are so fucking cute... The idea you usedta be who you used to be seems really hard to take now." She pulled her closer for a lingering kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:48:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam lingered in the kiss as well, chuckling as she considered how to show her teeth. <br><br>"Remember I can still flatline a credit line in under ten and I can crack more code than most console jockeys. I've gotten some things from Samantha but the code slinger is still here. I have been playing catch up, to make up for the time off line but you saw how fast my bots work now." She was proud of them, though she had to admit they were more.. artistic than she used to be with them. Phillip's smart frames were downright ugly when you thought about it, all function no form. And now they were as good as he had made and tended to blend into the background better. <br><br>"So, do we drop a disconnect on Micheal to see who comes up or do we wait till you can get at him solo?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose you should be there too... poor boy's probably waiting up for you with half a hardon. Not that I can blame him there, he just doesn't know how lucky he's been till now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 03:05:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's asleep right now." She said as she had her programs check. Sure enough the poor dear was still asleep, the back door into their apartment showing him still asleep after the marathon session of sex they had gone through. She smiled as she focused back on BoomBoom. "What do we do? That is the issue. Do we use his implant to flush whoever did this? Cut our losses and pull up stakes? What? I mean we got enough data to make a good score right? Even if we just sell things back to the company that he works for."<br><br>She slid into BoomBoom's arms and sighed. <br><br>"Tired of being the Trophy Wife in the making. Want to get back to being the best code slinger I know." She said grumpily. Long term gigs made her grumpy, always had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 05:14:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Up to you, but if I woke up with a shlong tomorrow I'd want to know who give it to me." She half smiled. "Which is not an invitation to do so." She shook her head. "Anyway, want me to call in our heavy hitter in case your prince charming gets rowdy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 05:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think we should. You want to do it now? I can watch him from here and pipe in the code to cut out his implant if he has one." Sam offered. "He'd wake up confused and more than a bit out of sorts. With a constant trigger in place I can cut him out if I want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 05:38:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds good. Bet you always wanted to have that boy on a leash." She stretched out, just stopped herself closing her eyes, and reached for her comm to call Ronin. "Rendezvous there?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 08:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I'm assuming you two already worked a route into and out of the building that security wouldn't have any chance of detecting?" She asked as she reluctantly let BB get up and started dressing. She pulled on her outfit and checked it. "I can send the trigger program to him, since he's got phone and data implants that Samantha doesn't' officially have. We could do a snatch and grab if he kicks off the persona program."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 20:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't want to see the look on his face when he snaps?" BB asked with a smirk. <br><br>She turned the phone around to let her see the screen, and the face of Ronin looking back. "Ready to avenge your death?" he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 22:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"ready to take the first steps towards it. I'm guessing you two have ways in and out of the apartment unseen? I can cut out security in it right now." She says as she finishes dressing. "If we take him we might need a shield area in case he's wired."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 22:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin paused, his eyes fidgeting. Was he checking her out? No wonder he looked tense. "Several ways. Can the security when we're ready to approach. See you up there."<br><br>BB fiddled with her bra strap, looking like she was thinking of flashing him down the phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 22:36:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See you there. I'll send you the back doors I put in place. You will find a walk thru in your drop account." She felt good doing the PLAN again. She was the brain, she put the gigs together using their skills. She felt good stepping back into the role. Even if it was for a midlevel exec who might be a wild experiment of science like herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 02:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin nodded, ending the call. The filters and encrypters shut off a moment later, and BB pocketed the comp. "Okay, let's go wake Prince Charming with a kiss... that's totally not how that story goes, is it?" She smirked and shook her head as she opened her bag, pulling out a spray can of forensic-wiping chemicals.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 02:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There are three bots in the network that will cleanse the apartment. The automated cleaning system is about to steam clean down to the carpet mat and sheet rock. When the system is done there won't be a color in the place besides bleached out white." Sam says with a grin. "I do remember how to sanatize a spot. And the network will suddenly scag itself afterward." <br><br>She finished dressing as she activated her link to see what 'Micheal' was doing and to link with the data hunting software she'd let out. She had missed being a digital cowboy, but she could settle for being a digital diva now. <br><br>"I can send the cut out code to his implanted phone when we get to the building if you want." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 03:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seems a shame to kill all those pretty clothes. I never did get to see you in that latex school uniform... Oh well, I'll just have to buy you a whole new bunch of slutty things to wear for me." BB smirked, then nodded to her question about the phone. <br><br>Michael was sleeping fitfully. Probably dreaming of her.<br><br>Now she knew to look at them that way, his records looked either real, or like a very high-end jacket, suitable for someone who'd lived this life for over a year with no idea it wasn't real.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 03:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I meant in this place, we are most likely going to take my cloths from that apartment." She said with a grin. "He's asleep, I'll ping the unlock when we get to the building. Think he's really who we think he might be?" She asked curiously, seemed a shame to do away with Micheal, he was at least a nice guy. Maybe they could leave him in 'Micheal' mode after they find out what they need. Odds were without a cut out being surgically done like she had, he'd be all Micheal within a year or two."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 13:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think the poetry of you and Mock being a cute couple is pretty awesome as revenge perv goes, so yeah." BB looked over the room as the forensic bomb counted down. "Don't think this gets you out of wearing slutty things I buy you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 17:30:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to forget about Mock being anyone I might sleep with." She said with a shiver. "But if he knows anything about what happened, we might offer him a way out of being Micheal." Not that she intended on letting him stay out. She figured Mock would be better off as Micheal, and she really didn't want him blabbing to their mutual foe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 04:31:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, being Michael would lose its lustre with his adorable live-in girlfriend running off with another woman... ' course, if we could find someone else to download Samantha into, we deserve an invite to the wedding." She smirked as she closed the door and heard the wiper start its work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 04:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know someone of the right build and outlook, but the problem is do you have a way to duplicate the hardware of the implant?" Sam pointed out. The idea of vanishing without a trace was quite satisfactory, and she HAD talked about having someone 'stand in' for her. A quick body sculpt and the girl in question could easily blend in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 05:17:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If we find out more about it... like if I see a similar rig stop and reboot, say... let alone if we find the lab that turned you into the Naughty Idea of Frankenstein."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 05:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well something to think about." She said thoughtfully. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 05:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB nodded. "And I'm not just saying this because I want to meet Samantha, sounds like you were a major party gal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 05:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I have her memories..even without the implant running. Could be interesting to see what she's like. But we have to find someone.. suitable." She thought grimly about giving Mock a 'plumbing' change but she figured that Micheal and Samanathat would work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 05:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All the more reason to find the lab. So... let's go kick the hornet's nest that made you a girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 05:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I think we can. You drive us there. I've piped Ronin the way into the building and I can tag Micheal. If it's Mock, I can spot him on the apartment network freaking out, send in Ronin. We collect Ronin and Mock and see what he can tell us. Then we give him a ruffie, put Micheal back in the seat and tuck him back in bed till we need more info." <br><br>Sam steps into the elevator with a grin. "Ready to do it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:10:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd say I was born ready, but that's such a total lie, I had to get holes drilled in my skull to be ready." Booms laughed and winked as the elevator descended. "And what <em>you</em> had to do to be ready, whoa..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:12:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well as soon as Ronin tells me he's in place for the snatch if needed, I'll send the trigger program, loop the building cameras on my floor and mirror the images in the apartment. No one will see us coming in or out." She grins. "of course all that will be needed is Ronin to step in, taser Mock and bring him to a set up point."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Long's you don't mind Ro getting him freaking out at him instead of you. I mean, comedy platinum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:19:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tapped her skull. "Networked remember? I got all the video I'm looping." She smiles as she lets BB take her out to the car.<br><br>"I figure that we'll get the 'on spot' signal from Ronin soon." she said as she got in the car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 00:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, but I like the live experience." Booms waved one of her spare IDs at the autocab and leaned back as it started towards the Benedict. "Ah well, long's I'm there for the 'oh my gaahd I've been fucking you?!' all's cool."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 00:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like to keep the noise down to the point where he isn't waking the neighbors. Ronin sends me the 'in place' signal and as soon as he does I'm sending the 'wake up' program." Sam said as she opened her netlink and started sending out bots again. She was enjoying being back in the saddle. She missed a few of her old bits of cyber but she wasn't as cyber intensive as BB or Ronin. She didn't need much but she would love to have implanted memory like she had for a few more bits and some new types along with her wireless interface plug. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 00:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess we'll know soon enough... Course, if I'm wrong and it's some other boy we don't know, what then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 00:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got a dozen spy-bots out scanning cyberscanner data bases for my particular hardware imprint. They will show up sooner or later, then the worms set a tag in to erase the foot prints." Sam pointed out as she sat back by BB. "We could always pull a quick fade and see what comes out of the woodwork to look for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 00:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love it when you talk nerdspeak," she chuckled. <br><br>Three minutes out, Ronin's ready signal pinged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 00:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll love this." She said as she hijacked the cab's virtual ads in the back to show the bedroom of her apartment as she sent a 'stand by' to Ronin. A second later she sat back and sent the 'disengage' signal to Micheal's implants. His phone would pass the signal to the cybernet in his implants and if he WAS who they thought it would kick Mock's persona to the top and he'd wake up. If it wasn't Micheal would simply continue sleeping as there would be no triggering event.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 01:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stirred, rolled over, clutched his head, shook it woozily, blinked, looked around. "Fuck?!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 01:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she watched him wake. That told her all she really needed to know. Moving quickly she opens the way for Ronin and sends him the 'go in' signal. <br><br>"Well that tells us what we need to know, but if he did me wrong why did they burn him as well?" She said quietly as she turned her programs loose over the building and apartment network. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe you were a reward." BB shrugged as she watched Michael stumble out of bed and look around, rubbing his head in discomfort, as security throughout the building carried on in blissful ignorance as the door flew open and a taser crack from Ronin flattened the target.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:05:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded. It didn't make sense for him to be Micheal to her thinking. Yeah he might have something useful to keep on ice, but to 'reward' him. Of course it didn't make sense to turn her into Samantha unless there were underlying issues. <br><br>"Well Ronin has him and will be in and out in under two minutes. Then we'll meet him at the safe house and talk to Mock. After we get what we want, I cut the cutout program and Micheal wakes up later with no recall."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On the feed, she could see Ronin casually hogtying Michael... Mock... whoever, checking the power pack levels on his taser, looking through his comp to see if anything had alerted security. Nothing had, of course.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>You're in the clear. I've had weeks to prime the networks, give me a little credit Ronin</em> Sam teased as she watched over the network. <br><br>"He's got him and we meet him at the safehouse. How do we do this?" Sam asked as she watched Ronin work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 03:16:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You been thinking about that, I been thinking about this. Ro' gets him to the service elevator, into a van, vroom, you're waiting for him when he wakes up. I even have something cute for you to wear to remind him how much he wuuuvs you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 03:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like what I'm wearing now?" She said with a grin as flashes a bit of leg for BB. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 03:32:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah..." She stroked her calf teasingly. "I was thinking show him your cuddly princess side. Really make him hard for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 03:38:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Unless you got outfits for me at the safe house this is it..and Mock likes leather remember?" Sam pointed out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 19:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm guessing his learned to appreciate silk and satin, the amount of it you wear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 00:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well you would have to say that." Sam teased as she relaxed in the back of the car, setting up a image of Micheal sleeping in their apartment and covered Ronin's exit from the building. As far as anyone was concerned, he had never woke up.<br><br>"So, how do we handle this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 03:03:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See how much he freaks when he sees me and Ro... and when he sees himself... and <em>then</em> when he sees his little princess join us." BB smirked. "Unless you feel like an acting challenge, but I dunno if you playing Miss Perfect would actually get us any mroe intel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 03:04:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think Ronin will freak him a bit.. I seem to recall Ronin trying to shoot him once." Sam pointed out with a chuckle as she sat back and reclaxed. "Waking up to him cleaning one of his hand cannons might be enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 03:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He didn't try, he succeeded. Just a pity he aimed for his leg." Booms paused, and smiled maliciously. "Unless you have deep feelings for him now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 03:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.. if he had INTENDED to actually hit him.. he'd be dead. The leg wound was a warning." Sam pointed out with a chuckle as she checked her programs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 19:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Point."<br><br>The security system in the building was still silent, Michael apparently sleeping undisturbed, doors opening and closing with nobody seeing and nothing registering them...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 01:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiled as she sat back and waited for them to get to the drop off point. She coded up a few 'anti-tracking' programs to clean up their data trail and keep other folks from finding them.<br><br>"This will be an interesting encounter I'm thinking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 06:42:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Decided how you want to play it? Straight or... I was about to say 'kinky'. Guess that isn't quite the word, but it sorta fits... I mean, as something other than the angry guy brain in the sexy girl bod?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 16:20:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll hang back till we can figure out if it's Mock or not. If it isn't we put him out, I kick Micheal back online and we put him back to bed with a cocktail to erase the last six hours." Sam said. "If it's Mock.. I think threatening to put him back in his cage might work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 03:39:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Riri," Booms nodded. "Just thinking I could cuff you and throw you in beside him, his little damsel in distress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 03:44:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got me in cuffs already one time tonight, I don't think we should give&nbsp; you reasons to do it unless needed." Sam pointed out with a chuckle. She doubted that Mock would be able to hide his concern when the first faces he saw were Ronin and BB. Given what BB had told her about their hunt for him since Phil vanished.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 03:59:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww." BB thrust out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout, batting her black lashes.<br><br>The autocab slowed, declaring that they were at their destination - its satmap showing somewhere else entirely to where they really were, and its charging service billing an account that had never existed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 07:18:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I think we should discuss this urge of yours later.. in detail. Preferably when I can cuff you for a change." Sam said with a laugh as she got out and set the cameras in the area to loop the previous five minutes before they got there till they were inside the safe house. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 23:26:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms lead the way into the lockup, swiped the lock, punched the code and then slid the door aside with a metallic clang. <br><br>Ronin turned, shotgun resting casually over his shoulder. He nodded back to Michael, chained to a chair bolted to the garage floor. "Pretty boy's still out. Ready for him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 23:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figure I should stay out of&nbsp; sight till we're sure that it's Mock." Sam said as she she stepped out of the man's field of view and activated her commlink. "You know if it's Mock, and he sees Ronin with that shotgun he's going to freak." She added as over the link as she got comfrotable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 01:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she sat out of sight, BB strolled around behind the unconscious figure, and gave Ronin the nod. He pressed an airjab into Michael's leg, and the man stirred, shaking his head groggily.<br><br>"Whuzza... who..." He looked up, blinking rapidly, and blanched. "The fuck?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 01:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sits back and waits to see Mock blow his cover. She figured push comes to shove they could say that another fixer sent them to find and finish him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 00:19:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Turner?" Michael asked, his voice taking on a hint of Mock's up-coast accent. "Fuck is this? Where are we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 00:21:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam motions for BB to give her a pistol. She slips up behind Mock and cocks it by his ear. <br><br>"I'd say Mock, that you got some explaining to do." She was furious that it was Mock under the skin. She cared greatly for Micheal but Mock made her want to do violence. If he was behind her being a trophy like this, she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep to the plan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:50:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait... Sam?" he asked, looking stunned. "I remember... they made me someone else! Why? What <em>is</em> this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:52:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually it's.. PHIL." She said as she eased the hammer back and stuck the gun into his ear. "Care to tell me what the fuck happened? Before I either blow a hole in your head, or I put Micheal back online and you never ever come back. I figure right now you're about six months from behind wiped out completely."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 02:18:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Phil? <em>What?!</em> You were - we - aw, <em>Jesus!</em>" He turned, looked at her and blanched, sick to the stomach. <br><br>He flinched at the click of the safety. "Look! Last I remember was telling the Dorn guys that you were a good bet for futzing their deal, and that was after they kicked their way in. Then it's all a dream... and... gah, I was in <em>love</em>... then I wake up an' you're all here and..." He trailed off, looking back at Sam, forcing a smirk. "Guess I got off lightly, huh, gorgeous?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 02:22:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better explain what you mean about me screwing their deal.. I'm liking plan A with the bullet more than plan B more and more." Sam said as she sat down. "Tell me what plan of Dorn's was I likely to screw up? I never burn a client unless they try to screw me. Remember, your ability to stay in the real world is at stake here. Here's a little secret. I can LOCK your program, so if they come to check you, they won't get you back. PERIOD. Micheal all the time, with may a little spark of you trapped in there with no way to talk just watching."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 23:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-you... it really is you, oh, that's fucked <em>up</em>..." He grimaced, looking nauseous. "I mean, I was working for Dorn, you smashed and grabbed some of their info... helped kickstart the fight with Pinecrest. Then they killed Closer, came after me, I figured it was your style an' I had a gun to my head..." He paused and looked at Sam again. "Guess this was my 'reward' for good service..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 02:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Last thing I recall is doing the job.. why did they come for me like this?" She asked as she sat down. "Here's the fun thing, Samantha had a few months of sim sense programming, a skill set I never bothered with. Mix it with my ability I can put in a whole new drive into your implant. Micheal will take over, and over a few weeks find out about a side of himself that he'd been denying. He's been successful enough to go under the knife and a year or two from now whatever is left of you will emerge to find yourself as Michelle." <br><br>She grinned, it was not QUITE true. She could implant the impulse, but it was doubtful by the time it took and IF Mock did come up with enough recall to know who he had been. <br><br>"So, stop dicking me around unless you want to wake up as a puppet-girl on the strip chipping up this or that personality of the week. Never sure who you really are." She growled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 02:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It took serious money to do this to you - to <em>us</em> - and you're mad at <em>me</em> for it? <em>I</em> didn't fuckdoll you... It will have been somebody at Dorn with a perv sense of humour, probably one of their R&amp;D geeks. I went looking when they killed Closer - that's when they picked me up and made me this. Guess our brains were valuable enough to keep where they could find them, an' get some sick laughs." He shook his head. "And... God... we fought, but I wouldn't do <em>this</em> to you." He looked her right in the eye. "I never loved anybody like this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 03:06:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, Micheal loves.. you're still the utter tool you always were." Sam said calmly. "I need names, places and locations. I got NO idea why Dorm wouldn't just organ farm me out. I am good, possibly the best but not that good. And no offense but you were only second line as a fixer. You had something they wanted." She leaned in. "What is it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 04:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You haven't changed a bit, is that it?" Mock looked away as he dismissed him as a tool, clearly angry... maybe hurt?<br><br>"Don't worry, I want to chew these guys up and spit them out as much as you do." He looked back up as she leaned close, and for a moment she could see the way Michael looked at her. "Give me a pad, I can access the files I have buried."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 04:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, you tell me where." Sam said. She wasn't going to give him a full access pad but she figured that it was up to the others as much as them. She looked to BB to see if she was wililng to go along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 02:10:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms shrugged. <br><br>"What am I gonna do with it with you watching?" he asked pointedly, nodding to BB and Ronin's guns. "Ah, shit, guess it doesn't matter, I'm dead either way. An' I guess I deserve it." He sighed. "Go to the lownet and open six-seven-niner-alpha-delta-three-three."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 02:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You play honest with us and I'll be honest with you Mock. All our past conflicts have been on you getting the last dime you could by playing fast with the rules." She said as she entered the combintaiton and slid online to watch what it triggered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 03:54:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Data on Closer's death... Files about Dorn and Pinecrest's assets and what that last run did to put Dorn at risk of attack by their rivals, lots of financials and the like. And a bit about Philip's own disappearance and Mock's attempts to find more on it, which lead him to meet that girl records show didn't exist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 03:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why were yo looking for me?" She asked as she looked over the data, trying to find a reason why. "Seems to me you'd be happy to see me gone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 04:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I get antsy when people I work with die and other people connected to all that disappear." He nodded to Booms and Ronin. "These two were hiding as well, didn't help."<br>"Yeah, well, one of our crew had been kidnapped and turned into a princess," BB reminded him. <br><br>Mock looked back at Sam. "So your memories go back a few weeks further than mine... but before that, who did the new you already know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 04:34:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sits back and thinks on it. Who did she KNOW before Micheal's appearance? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daddy. She had real and implanted memories of him, going back to childhood. He was involved somehow, of course, but how...?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sam's father.. but why make me into his daughter?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, I'm not an analyst... but it sure keeps you close and loyal, doesn't it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:49:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If Samantha had my skills yes, but she's just a fashion maven. And at most a graphics artist now that I'm 'developing' interests." Sam pointed out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 20:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They did all this to us, they could have wiped our memories clean, right? They wanted us in storage for something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 20:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True. But we never worked together much, not after you burned us on that job a few years back and Dorn wasn't our target then." She looked to BB and Ronin. "It all comes back to 'daddy'. Think he'd have something in those systems we tapped or do I need to work on his network account." The bugs would have been in place long enoungh of her to get an idea how to get into anything he had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 19:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB shrugged. "He'd bury it pretty deep, neh?"<br><br>"And I can get you in," Mock said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 02:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me where to look, and if you play us straight we'll put in a cut you. You can be Micheal or Mock, you at the driver's seat." Sam said with a shrug as she sat back and started looking through the taps on 'daddy's system'. They had been collecting data for a while unaccessed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 02:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why would I wanna be Michael if you're not her any more?"<br><br>He shrugged slightly. "What the hell. I can access my back ways to Dorn through my day job, pull up my login..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 23:40:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually just tell me where to look, I don't want this going back to us. Even if it's Micheal and Samantha. The less trail we leave leaving back to us the better. Besides, think of what you could do with Micheal's position and your underhanded knowledge." She pointed out as she started hacking her way in using the back doors she got from her 'father's taps'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 00:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged slightly as she suggested reasons to keep up Michael's life, watching her as she manipulated the datastorm around 'Daddy'. <br><br>BB and Ronin shared a look. <br><br>She slid through the info, tapping this and that, finding gaps instead of connections... the suspicion of gaps having been made expertly to disconnect things to anyone who looked using standard analysis techniques. With her custom POV, she could see that Michael and Daddy's online activity had been doctored here and there... but there was no hint of why.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 05:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spun up a new handful of agents, to see why the links had been kit. She knew things about Micheal and 'Daddy' that she would have never had access to as Phil, and put that extra level of data to work, customizing the agents she was coding up to utilize that information, and to pull in more information from the hidden taps. She smiled as she willed the code into form, setting agent after agent to slip into the Dorm network via 'Daddy's' backdoor. Definitely time to assert herself and see what was going on. She coded up another set of agents to look for 'data dumps' that her father would use to hide info he didn't want anyone else to get at.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 19:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had little trouble finding connections who'd profited from Michael's existence, some of whom linked to Daddy indirectly but none less than a degree of separation away. Plausible deniability. And some pretty major successes here and there, undercutting Pinecrest and headhunting some of their best people. No wonder he could afford such a nice apartment and keep Samantha in the manner to which she was accustomed.<br><br>Of course, the trackers would only find what was accessible electronically. And Daddy seemed the type to have disconnected stores, as well as shelves of old-fashioned books at home. In a case like this, absence of evidence wasn't evidence of absence but <em>was</em> a nice strong hint. If she wanted to know for sure, it would take a physical visit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 05:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We need to figure out where I come into play." Sam said as she dove deeper. "You have been doing REALLY well Mock, you are the highest earner in your division with a knack of cutting the slack of any deal. They put you in for some reason but it's paying off really well, though statistically with your earnings you should be going to an office upstairs. Looks like 'Daddy' is using you to line his earnings." She drummed her fingers as she told the rest of what she found to them while working up more agents. She really didn't want to go back to 'daddy's house' with him there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 04:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess we each helped keep each other in line." Mock grimaced. "Efficient, I'll give 'em that. Maximise their advantage... Given how you're still state of the art, they probably had you hacking for them in some form or another. Could be they copied your brain. Wouldn't be the biggest thing they did to you." He smiled bitterly. <br><br>"And it comes back to Big Daddy again," BoomBoom pointed out. "Why make you his <em>daughter?</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 04:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Exactly. Why? I got a sense of artistic expression from her personality and memories and not much else." She thinks on this as she scans what she can find out what EXACTLY daddy does for the company. She might not track him but she was sure he had a few aides who lived by their net connection. Adding them to the mix would help get her an idea of where to look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 05:20:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe he just enjoyed seeing you shake that hot little ass in minis." BB shrugged. "It <em>does</em> have a certain pervy thrill turning a guy you hate into a girl who loves you... but normally when they do it in revenge porn it's girlfriends, not daughters." Ronin gave her a look. She shrugged. "What? I've read up on the subject since Phil got girled."<br><br>"Assuming he's even real. Last name <em>Phillips</em>. He could be a construction too." Mock shook his head. <br><br>His records <em>did</em> seem shifty before two years ago, of course. So did those of his assistants, Carter and Mei-Lin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 06:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seems that things are a bit more involved." Sam said as she considered things. She didn't have the ability to hack without an implant, and Samantha hadn't had one till she woke back up a few weeks ago. She spun out agents to check out his assistants as she considered the implications. Was 'dad' another implant person? How far did this go?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:26:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a huge surprise," Ronin said, with a shrug that didn't affect his aim.<br><br>The whole company could be a fake, but what for? Something to do with the corporate war, presumably, but to what end...<br><br>On file, Carter was a typical corp gopher who hadn't done anything noteworthy in his life. Such people did exist, of course, but was he really one of them? Likewise Mei-Lin, was she just a company international trade lawyer? People like that adjusted their resumes to look good all the time, so maybe, but...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well there is ONE way to find out if they are pod heads like us." Sam said as she spun up an active search agent for the two assistants. She wanted to know where they were in real time. Checking their implants to see if she could slide in a worm like she had with Mock. If they were, she could cut the implants. No matter how far along they were, if the implants cut out there would be a few moments of noticable disorientation. She just had to find one of them in an area where she could watch them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 02:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carter was at home in one of the company dorm suburbs, presumably in bed and probably using a fine balance of chemicals to make sure he got quality sleep. <br><br>Mei-Lin was trying to cover her activities. Of course, Sam could see through her protection like wet paper. She was out with a guy (another division, profile being retrieved) in one of those money clubs Michael would sometimes take Samantha to show how bohemain his girlfriend was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 02:09:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It looks like the girl is the one that we will be testing our theory on." She said as she spun up more agents to cover the two aides as she mulled over her options. She was really hoping for a moment or two alone to trigger the implant, if she had one, but first she had to distract the guy. That meant she had to ID him and then find a way to isolate him. She set an agent to identifying him as she kept an eye on Carter as she hacked his system.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 03:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arranging meetings, going to meetings, meetings <em>about</em> meetings - Carter's life seemed to be nothing but making Daddy's run more smoothly, apart from the occasional meeting about his own department and the odd bit of gym time supplemented by tailored developmental regulators so strong he could stop exercising and eat nothing but nuggets and still keep in shape if he had to.<br><br>Looked like Mei-Lin had had a few dates with Gan over the past six weeks... accessing city data...<br><br>"And what if she is?" BB asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 03:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I juice her to find out what is going on. Then we can make contact or do another snatch." Sam said with a shake of her head. "If she and the steroid freak are like me, I say we pull the whole game down around 'Daddy' and whoever is in charge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 03:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And hope we can figure out what the game is from the pieces?" Ronin pointed out quietly.<br><br>"We can worry about that after we jump this girl." Booms shrugged, then stretched, rolling her shoulders. "Where?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 21:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam gives the address. <br><br>"Want me to wait for you to get into position?" She asked works up the location of Mei-Lin. "She doesn't look as big a threat as the other aide, so I think we'll do her first. You want to get in place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 00:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB and Ro nodded. "We'll be an hour, tops."<br><br>"What about me?" Mock asked, quietly. His voice was completely neutral, more like he was asking where he went in a car pool than whether he was about to be deleted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 00:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just relax, this plays out we might be able to work a routine that you'll like. I'm sure if we leave you in control when we leave, there will be plenty of chances for a man like you to profit. And consider this, as Micheal you've got no record and with your skills as him and yourself, you could do a lot of cred on your own." She pointed out. Personally she wasn't sure about things but she didn't think she wanted him lose while both of her guns were gone. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 00:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded slightly. Not relieved, not really thinking about what he could do in that position, just taking the information in as neutrally as he asked. <br><br>Then he turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers. "I'll miss you."<br><br>Then he looked away and dropped his head again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 01:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not Samantha, just like you're not Micheal." She pointed out as she spun up more and more spiders to scan for possible links. She was not sure she'd catch anything tied to her 'father' directly but she was expanding the 'web' she was looking at. Using old spots to send the spiders from rather than directly from her own location.<br><br>"It wasn't real Mock." She added, not too sure herself but not wanting to hurt him more than she had to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 23:24:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know. But... it was us for a year. Longest I've ever been with anyone. And I remember it. How we were..." He sighed deeply. "I loved you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 00:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That isn't us Mock." She said softly, trying to not hurt him in saying it. "That was two other personalities. You and I were used to play a role, aren't you even a bit angry at that? That they destroyed you and used you as a puppet for their roles?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 04:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Course I'm angry." He glowered. "I just... remember how good it felt." He grimaced. "Was the best time a' my life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 22:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got to admit that it makes sense to put you in that spot though. Your skills plus Micheal's.. potent, mine role doesn't make sense. Why stick a black net hacker into a girl's body with no access to computer skills?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 00:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno, to watch you twist? Maybe they were madder at you than me. I got the girl of my dreams... you had to <em>be</em> her." His head drooped and he looked away again. "Or, I dunno, maybe you were a time bomb, buried good and deep. Nobody would think to look for you in there, would they?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 01:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nope," Sam admitted as she pulled up the persona on her implant. There was definitely something there. She uploaded the code into a scanner and looked for triggers, curious to see if Mock had a point. <br><br>"Be honest though Mock, if you were in the driver's seat, you'd put a bullet in my head and put my body in an organ bank. Anyone with half a brain would."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 02:02:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There they were, buried deep, transmittable software codes to access Phillip's knowledge without Samantha even knowing it. They could have been used half a dozen times as he slept in her. Maybe a few too many... maybe that was why he was able to wake up as her in the first place.<br><br>"Yeah, well, ob's we're dealing with people above the law, 'cluding the law of common sense."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 02:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold on while I key up a 'warning' routine." She said as she coded up the routine, looking for a log of 'triggered events.' After setting the 'alarm' out to look for any new activations, she concentrated on looking for past events. "Doesn't make any sense since I didn't have any implant ware till I came out from under and cut Samanatha's implant out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 00:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're the expert," Mock said quietly. "There are ways to access brain activity without a jack, right? Not as fast with what you can get on the street, but these people probably aren't using a standard i-Trode rig."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 08:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, but you'd be going so slow that all you'd be useful for is a data archive, and a very low fidelity one." She said started looking for 'interrupts' in the implant that would relate to the sort of thing she was talking about. "I would be at best.. a captive programmer unless there is something really potent in the implant that we weren't expecting?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 02:51:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An interrupt of some kind had been used in November. General feed archives suggested this was during an early stage in the corpwar, and Sam still could not rememebr what she had been doing as Samantha at the time.<br><br>"Well, I dunno, maybe they did just doll you up to punish you and get their kicks doing it." He shrugged slightly. "All I know is, it wasn't my idea. I didn't want to screw you over so much I'd suggest... screwing you." He grimaced. "Sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 02:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There was an interrupt in November, at the start of the corp war, was Samantha sick or down at that time?" She asked as she spun out queries to see what Samantha's net traffic at the time looked like out of the apartment. If she was hacking, coding or whatever there would be something she could find.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 03:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No unusual activity...<br><br>"Week before Thanksgiving? You - <em>she</em> went to see her dad. Or whoever he is. You know what I mean. She was there a couple days, said... he had flu and she was looking after him." Then, more quietly, "I joked about her needing a nurse's uniform... she bought one a week later. God, you were hot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 03:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That helps." She said as she turned her probes to tracking 'dad' during that time as well as the 'aides'. "So they are using me like a net weapon they can call up from time to time? I'm good but it has to be cheaper to do something other than this." She said thoughtfully as she moved to find what she might have done during that time. <br><br>"You're making a TON of cash, I'm betting in addition of Micheal's work, you're able to file reports on how to leverage rivals, black mail folks and generally do a corp war without giving away any tells that would hint towards you being anything other than upright corporate boy."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 03:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Think maybe I'm a Manchurian? <em>That's</em> a comfort." Mock grimaced at the thought. "Even if not, we make perfect deniable assets - <em>we</em> didn't even know we were working for them."<br><br>'Daddy' was largely home, not doing much online... but if he was her handler he wouldn't need to, would he... His assistants were running about here and there as usual, apparently fact-checking on the warfare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 06:10:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is what we both were." Sam pointed out as she worked on her projections and searches. "I think something big is going on and we're just on the edge of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 02:46:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh well." He laughed bitterly. "Always wanted a shot at the big leagues."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 03:35:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Big leagues aren't the best to be in. Folks go 'deniable' quickly remember?" Sam pointed out. "That is how we wound up being the big boy's 'brain in a jar'." She said as she sat back and waited for a signal from BB and Ronin or some of her coded probes coming back. "This is a lot of cash that could have been spent another way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 03:42:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah... so either you know more than you think, or they think you do... or they just had a perv bodyswap program lying around to try. Beta testing for what they were gonna do to the president of Pinecrest or something." <br><br>A stylised wheel starting to roll appeared on her comp. The "Ready to roll" signal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 03:47:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know." She said as she leaned back and closed her eyes, linking with the camera system to see where their target is. She was ready to move and did what she could do to get the aide into a spot that they could grab her in.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 00:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess you'll find out, huh? Sorry I couldn't be more help."<br><br>The camera image resolved to show Mei-Lin dancing to som remix of something that only came out three days ago, her arm around her man. The motion of the camera suggested Ronin tapping his feet with boredom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 00:11:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam spins out a 'creeper' to disrupt the music and starts up the 'unlock' on her. She watched for the right moment, signalling BB and Ronin to move in quick as she sets things in motion. The two of them could deal with her date and her quickly and discretely. <br><br>"You're operating from behind the cut out like I am." She said with a shrug. "Not like they gave us info when they cut us out and put us in the new bodies." She said as she waited for the 'ready to go.'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 00:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The camera showed the girl blink and shake her head, glancing around. Then the image broke up into a smudge of movement.<br><br>"Still... figure I owe you. You got the short end here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 00:57:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We even?" She said as she looked at him. "No more trying to burn me, telling folks I'm a wild card. All the crap you did when we were both guys in the shadows. Mock, I never did you wrong. My only sin was surviving that Tanaka gig after you tried to clean up the wrong way." <br><br>She keeps an 'eye' on the club and link. <br><br>"It looks like at least Mei-Lin is another head job." She said as she sat back with a sigh. "She reacted just like you did to my cut out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 21:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sucks for her. Wonder who she was."<br><br>"Coming?" asked a text from BB, over the image of Mei-Lin being carried to a restroom by her 'friend'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 21:20:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sends the message back. 'Bring her here. Working out a deal with Mock."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 22:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A pause, then a response "U the boss". <br><br>Mock tilted his head as he looked at her. "So, what now? You need the cuffs back?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 22:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can rig up a dead man switch Mock, you do something I don't like and you're gone. I have to consider things." <br><br>Sam says as she sends 'Bring her here.'<br><br>"Not to mention having you working the angle as 'boss' puts me in a sympathetic angle. And let's be honest, I'm more vulnerable looking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:06:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mock gave a slight nod at the threat. "Not planning on getting written over tonight... nice and easy as it would be."<br><br>And another in agreement with how they both looked. "I never met this girl. Did you? Or did Samantha?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:17:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Getting tired of uninformed puppets, I want to know what the hell is going on." Sam said grumpily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 03:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I can relate. An' I didn't draw the short straw here." Mock held up a still-cuffed hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:41:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I wish that I could figure out why anyone would go this far to get assets under control." She said as she spun up agents to check her old 'file archives' to see if she had instinctively left programs there after she had been activated. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I knew, I'd tell you..."<br><br>The agents started to track through her past as Samantha, looking for anomalies from her possible activation times. always close to moves and countermoves in the corporate war... although that could simply be because the war was such a chess game...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods as she sits back and thinks on it. "Truth be told though, this is way out of scope for what we can do. I mean we are both are good at our jobs but not enough to keep us like this."<br><br>She mulls over things while she waits for BB and Ronin to get back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 01:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, maybe it's something we did. We worked together a few times, against a few times too. We got on Dorn's radar with that last fight, I guess..."<br><br>He shrugged. "So how do we play this? Am I keeping the cuffs on? I figure I can be a pretty convincing panicky hostage." A trace of a smile at this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 02:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, we'll keep you as the hostage and me off scene till we figure what the girl knows." Sam was getting more than a little frustrated. Why put her brain in a bottle? You could have kept her in the old body and left the 'ware in. Instant contract at a button push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 03:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay. Not like I was gonna run anyway." Mock smiled ruefully. <br><br>He looked over as the door unlocked and rolled back, as Ronin and BoomBoom strode in, masked and gloved, Ronin hauling the semi-conscious girl as Bb spun a pair of cuffs on one finger. "Now then, where's that other chair... after all, if we were gonna put someone on the radiator it'd be you." Ronin shoved Mei-Lin over to BB and brought out a heavy dentist's chair, dragging it behind him, turned it around as BB pushed the girl into it and cuffed her in place. <br><br>"Now then, let's have a look at your brain..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 03:27:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping out of sight, Sam waits for them to get the girl situated in the chair and opened up her bots to scrub the girl's implants for any 'warning programs' , any data she had and signaled Ronin to bring her the girl's phone and gear to look over. <br><br>Texting to BB she asked what she had reacted like to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 02:02:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An answer soon after. "Freaked, no sense."<br><br>There had been some alarm programs hidden under there, nothing Sam's preparations couldn't deal with. Pretty much standard anti-kidnap wares for a mid-level corporate with some brain chips.<br><br>Her bag was similarly unremarkable. Comp, ID, makeup, flash stun gun... <br><br>Mock kept his head down, acting unconscious, as Mei-Lin recognised him and called "Michael?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 23:55:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nods and keeps working.<br><br>'Sort her out as you can, use Mock to help if you have to.' Sam sent as she looked into the code, trying to figure how this all works. Looking for a clue on how to do things. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 00:36:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB gave a slight nod of recognition, then so did Ronin. His modulated voice hissed through the mask "We're rounding up your boss's little gang... can you guess why?"<br>"N-no?" the girl stammered. <br>"Come on, guess..." Booms' mod crackled.<br>"The... war?"<br>"Got it in one." <br><br>The analysis drones reading Mei-Lin's implant compared her responses with and without interference. Her persona looked real... like the implant was hiding or adding ideas to an existing mindset. An edit of a real person, not a whole new identity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 00:47:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam digs in, checking it over. The guess she had was that this was an earlier version of what what put in her head. <br><br>-Ask about the implants, hint that you know that you know about 'Samantha' as an asset and 'she' will be the next target.- She sent to BB as she turned back to the coding and tried to figure out who could have come up with it. Not too many folks that savvy in simsense and computer implants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 01:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looked later, in fact, just less high-end... building in a few cues, blind spots and the like, turning a viable candidate into someone who won't ask questions... possibly an observer for a rival corp who doesn't even know it?<br><br>"Your employer... his daughter and her lover... Assets." BB popped with static, her voice barely recognisable as a woman's. "What for?"<br>"I - I don't know!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 03:09:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				-Remind her she has access to the memories, since she wasn't an overwrite like me. She can tell what she knows or you'll take Micheal into the bathroom and make him irrelevant.- Sam sends via text. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 23:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She might be compartmentalised. Then you'll have to hack her.</em><br><br>"You know more than you're letting on... maybe more than you think you know."<br>"Wh-what?"<br>"How long have you had a neural interface?"<br>"A-about three years. It's not unusual - "<br>"Your one is. Hold still."<br><br>The girl trembled as BB nodded to Ronin and he grabbed her head to keep it still, as BB held a scanner up to the side of her head. <br><br>"Let's see what our panel of judges think."<br><br>BB sent Sam the data. A quick magnetic scan revealing a few differences from a standard business interface, something only a trained eye would notice. It was quite possible she had no idea she was a spy...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 00:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				-It's got extras. Plug her in, I'll dive her software and see what's going on. if there is a cutout, I'll trigger it or bypass it.- Sam said as she collected herself and started getting ready to do some deep diving code work.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 00:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Booms looked at her screen and gestured to Ronin to hold Mei-Lin down. The girl whimpered as BB brought out a collection of wires and cables, picking three out and connecting them to a terminal, then to the small dots hidden behind the girl's ears. She went limp, and&nbsp; BB gave the thumbs up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 00:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without a word, Sam spun her peceptions into a tight ball and shot down the link looking to get into the implant's inner workings. Only the best could do this sort of thing on the fly and even then it wasn't as easy as she made it look. She dug in deep to see what 'extras' were set into the implant while sending out an 'alignment' signal to keep the woman from struggling. <br><br>The signal was basically the 'warm up' signal prelude to a full simsense immersion routine. It would keep the girl out of the loop while she hacked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 00:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first thing she saw was Ronin looming over her, felt his hand on her cheek, BB adjusting the leads connecting her to the comp. She was inside Mei-Lin's senses. Obviously this was too much data for a constant feed, but the odd bit now and then, and she was a walking sensory recorder. Probably just sound and vision if it fitted into her headware, but that was plenty for industrial espionage. Now somewhere there might be a log showing her narrowcasts... encrypted, no doubt...<br><br>The sound Mei-Lin was hearing seemed to amp up. The light overhead seemed to brighten... Sensory overload as a defence?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 00:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spun out a spider to dampen down the sensory overload that was building as she dug into the interlinked implants. Time to find the logs and see if there was a way to show Mei-Lin what she had done. Of course the girl was 'off line' in a shower of no-time white noise while she worked. Sam spun out a pair of spider bots to map out the interlinked implants to build a full idea of what she was working for. Odds were there wouldn't be a directory listing for the registry she was looking for and she'd have to use her own map to find it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 01:29:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Certainly in theory, but only once she was conscious. <br><br>The implant was decidedly non-standard, disguised as normal modifications for skull shape. Nice work, custom. As complicated as the machinery that had turned Phillip into sweet little Samantha in the first place, although altering things on a much smaller scale and leaving less of a footprint.<br><br>No directory of recordings that she could find. But there were some encrypted data streams. <br><br>And as she looked at them, even as the spider dampened the AV input, she could feel Ronin's hands on her getting more distracting, the leads inside her feeling like they were scraping at her bones, being inside Me-Lin's senses was becoming agony...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 01:41:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				-Tell Ronin to back off a bit..the feed back is really nasty.- Sam sent as she dove in deeper, looking to crack the encryption or at least slip into a narrow cast to backtrack it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 01:52:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel him doing so, but now even just sitting on the chair was a marked discomfort. She could feel Mei-Lin's makeup weighing on her face, the earrings tugging at her lobes, every movement of the hair on her head and the clothes on her body... The smell of the room made her want to gag...<br><br>Then the encrypt snapped. Revealing a second layer. But at least the general shape was obvious on this level. Keywords. Like a comms net spying program, it was looking for certain words to alert whoever was listening in that something might be worth recording. No way of knowing what the keywords were without decoding the list, though... and... the way her high heels were pressing at the base of her foot, how could she walk in those... the cuff around her wrist was so cold...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 01:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam spun up a barrier to filter the sensory data as she dove into the data, looking for more ways to crack the second layer. She could track the narrow cast if she did that, she was sure. She pushed her thoughts of what a second hand kiss would feel like at this sensitivty as she dove in deeper and deeper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:08:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A kiss would be plenty to give her an orgasm... an orgasm might put her in a coma. Perfect black ICE for a sense tap. But she could block it out for now, if she focused... Oh, the feeling of Ronin's breath on her neck...<br><br>Ripping at the cipher program, long-string encryption, clever, no chance of decoding without a serious numbercrunching comp unless she saw it in action.<br><br>But... the tightness of her bra straps... But legs in silk stockings sliding against each other as she slumped a little further... <em>But</em> she could maybe fake activity and trace the 'cast...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:14:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adding another layer to the barrier, she spun into the implant. The trick was to get the system working. Normally it would require a trigger event, but luckily they had kept the maintenance routines in place. Periodic broadcasts testing the narrowcaster were normal and occasionally random.<br><br>She added ANOTHER layer between her and the sensory feed, then triggered the maintenance routine to see the narrowcast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:24:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now there was just a numb awareness of the discomfort of the cuffs, the chair and the shoes...<br><br>And there was the cast, a tiny streak of information heading into the sea of data... rerouting... redirecting... again... <br><br>Got it... Probably a relay server, in a nothing suburb near the riverside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				-Got a relay server in a corp 'burbs in Riverside. Want me to chase it past there?-<br><br>Sam checked the feed and looked for a hint of what it was doing from there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:46:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>If you can.[/b]<br><br>She could feel BB adjusting the leads into Mei-Lin's neck again... the bra straps digging in...<br><br>No forwarding that she could detect from here. Probably have to get closer and check it out manually.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 21:08:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She threw up more walls from the sensory feeds, which was taking up her resources. She had to get free of this. She slipped in a few agents to monitor for any problems. <br><br>-I'm pulling out. You might want to slip a derm on her to keep her quiet. I got a location to look for.-
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 01:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A hint of a nod from BB, then reality smeared and streaked and now she could only feel her own body. But even that was more acute for the moment, the stilettos pressing at her heels, the weight of lipstick and eyeliner, the cool air across her exposed legs... as powerful as when she first woke to find she was female.<br><br>Booms unpeeled a blue and white sticking plaster and pressed it onto Mei-Lin's neck, and the slumped in her restraints like a sack of resin printing balls.<br><br>"So where to?" Ronin asked matter-of-factly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 02:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam 'linked the address to everyone in the room but the girl as she squirmed a bit under the rush of the heightened senses. She was more than a bit aroused by the brush of the silk 'dainties' under her leathers. She was curious to see what a kiss would feel like under these circumstances but tried to not say anything till she was 'coming down'. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 02:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Or more than a kiss - BB's hands roving all over her, or Mock thrusting into her, or both at once...<br><br>"You okay?" Booms asked, seeing her looking flushed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 02:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be fine.. the countermeasures were a heightened sense fix. I can feel everything I'm wearing at a heightened level." She said as she closed her eyes and tried to NOT think of what sex would feel like this. It would be very distracting. She got up and walked out of the room, figuring if she got away from Mock AND Boom it might lessen. Of course she figured BB would follow, and tried to continue talkign rather than think how arousing the brush of her stockings felt as she moved. <br><br>"We ready to go?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 02:55:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?" BB said with a wicked smile as Sam explained what she was feeling. "Shame to waste that!" she called after her as she moved away... feeling every whisper of silk, every stretch of leather... having to concentrate just to walk upright, not to slide to the floor and lose herself in her feelings...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 02:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nodded as she motioned BB to follow her, finally getting a handle on it. Though she was very very aroused by now. <br><br>"True, but we need to go and check out the data point I found." She said as she tried to not squirm or run an hand over BB's flesh. Or lean in to encourage her to give a kiss, or pin her against a wall so that their bodies could rub together. <br><br>"So, we need to get going before I lose control again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 03:17:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, you sure?" Booms asked, her eyes tracing over Sam's body, meeting her eyes, back down to her lips as she licked them. <br><br>"Come on," Ronin said insistently, in that sexy deep rumbling bass voice of his...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 03:24:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She imagined what it would be like to have her old partners do her. It was a definitely something she'd been 'programed' with from the Samantha persona. She shook her head and led the way out. <br><br>"Mock, keep her tranqed and don't leave. We'll be back as soon as we can. I left a worm to register you at home and your appointment was cancelled. You got a stomach bug over dinner." She called as she focused on the job and not the appeal of tasting Ronin's lips while BB took her from behind, or vice versa.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 04:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin freed Mock with a swift, efficient, strong move to unlock and pull open his cuffs. He got to his feet. <br><br>Mock nodded at the order, taking the pack of tranq derms, glancing at Ronin as he passed it over. "Sure thing," he said, and it looked like he had just stopped himself using a pet name. "Our last dinner together..." he added wistfully.<br><br>Ronin turned away, with an economical movement that was very appealing now... and stalked back to where BB was still eyeing Sam and smirking.<br><br>"Time to go," Booms said, giving Mock a little 'toodles' finger wave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 04:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Behave." Sam said to BB. "Don't try to use your implants, the bots are constructing a more lasting lock out, one that will let you access the memories but call us if you have problems." She wasn't sure where she was with Mock. Micheal was one thing. Mock was another. She smiled a reassuringly to him. <br><br>"You played fair, so I'm playing fair. Call if anything comes up but otherwise keep her out, and stay silent. This place is logged as 'long term storage but I got the utilities cloned from an old account that was left open in the building's network. <br><br>Walking with her team mates she watched Ronin as she let her libido start up again. She wondered if he'd even be interested in her. She had been a guy.. and Ronin was a bit closed about what he liked in his lovers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 01:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mock gave a slight nod, and sat back down opposite Mei-Lin. Sam could feel his eyes tracking her all the way out.<br><br>"So how was he?" BB asked with a smirk as soon as Ronin shut the sliding doors.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 02:15:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd need someone else to compare him to." Sam teased back, giving a bashful glance over at Ronin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 03:11:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin narrowed his eyes slightly, made a low growling sound and carried on, looking straight ahead. <br><br>"So you're a one-man woman?" BB asked with a playful grin. "No other boyfriends before, no hookups on campus? Maybe we should find you a nice fella..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 03:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like to think I'm flexible. I mean.. I put up with you." She teased back with a laugh. "Relax Ronin.. I'm interested but unlike some folks I can take a hint." She added as she elbowed BB.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 03:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right," he said quietly. "They really turned you around, huh..." It wasn't disgust, even distaste, just... sympathy?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 03:04:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm a composite, Phillip and Samanatha. Mostly Phil but most of my outlook is Samantha when sex is involved. A few more months and it would have been all Samantha with Phil's skills and no memories to speak of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 01:56:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small nod at her matter-of-fact answer. "So you're not... changing back?" he asked, glancing at BB as she walked with them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 01:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's be pragmatic. My body is most likely is bits and drips all over the place, organ banks and such." She considered things as she walked with him. "That isn't even counting the fact we don't have any of the skill or tech that did this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 13:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just meant..." He trailed off and looked away, narrowing his eyes to seem like he was scanning the perimeter for danger rather avoiding her gaze.<br><br>"He means who you're into," BB suggested. "You didn't used to like boys."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 19:30:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got to admit I was never into boy on boy." She said slyly. "Of course they put me in a different frame, made me into Samantha for the better part of a year. I'm Sam now.. not Samantha or Phil now." She shook her head at that. "I can accept it or not, it's not going to change is it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 22:23:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It could...?" Ronin half said, half asked.<br><br>"Don't worry about him, he's just scared of waking up tomorrow as youir little sister."<br><br>He glowered at BB, and she smirked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 22:27:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Doubtful, you'd most likely be stuck in a body that would suit your skills. That means most likely big, strong, fast and wired." Sam pointed out with a chuckle. "BB might.. her skill with a gun and bombs aren't as body specific. I think you'd look nice with a nice irish set of freckles, red hair and skin the color of milk." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 01:44:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin made a low "hmph" sound, then smirked for a moment as Booms wrinkled her nose and patted her hair protectively as they made their way to the waiting purposely-unremarkable vehicle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 02:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well we'll have to see what comes out of this hunt. Maybe I can trade in to a new frame. Got a porn starlet you'd like as a girl friend BB?" Sam teased as she strutted to the vehicle. Sooner there, sooner problem solved. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 01:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure I could find one..." <br><br>Ronin looked rather glad to get into th driver's seat and gun the engine. <br><br>The van's defensive softs spun up, joining the chatter of electronics all around, making it look invisible or unremarkable to sensors as required.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 04:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will admit I miss doing the hacking and programming and planning of the jobs." Sam said with a chuckle. "Did you guys miss me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 04:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Naw," BB said with an almost straight face. <br><br>Ronin shot her a look, then shook his head as he as she smirked and looked ahead as he pulled the van away, joining the evening traffic in the veins of the city back towards its heart.<br><br>Samantha's regular feeds played at the edge of Sam's awareness, a life of parties, clothes, music, gossip... One news story catching her eye. A battle between Dorn mercenaries attacking Pinecrest security forces in one of their bases at the city limits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 04:21:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hello, we got a fight between Dorn and the Pinecrest security units." Sam said as she pulled up alternate routes to the van's HUD for Ronin. "I'll see if I can get something useful on the chatter." She added as she dove into the river of data, pushing up images and sounds to the van's systems as she looked to see if they could get to their destination without conflict. <br><br>"I think they were triggered by our 'investigation' but I don't know what is going on." Sam said with a chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 04:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This all started with the war... you being a conscript, maybe they wanted you all along, not Mike..." Ronin shrugged without taking his hands off the wheel as he looked over the route system. A path through the outskirts, longer but safer. "Either way, yeah, poking around won't have helped."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 04:59:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, but I don't know why. I'm good but that good? I don't know." She said. "I mean, yeah I'm one of the top hackers, but enough to do this to me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 05:07:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then maybe it's something you don't know you know... Y'know?" BB smiled faintly at her joke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 05:20:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which leads us back to what is in the house. To find out what they had me doing." She pointed out as as she spun out more programs. "I still think the remodel is a bit wild." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 05:27:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They figured have some wrong fun along with it?" BB shrugged. "I know <em>I</em> have."<br>"We'll know soon enough," Ronin said as casually as he could to change the subject as he joined an off ramp. Off to the right, they could see smoke a few blocks across.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 01:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think there is more to it than that." Sam pointed out. "Definitely something more. Maybe there is more to this than just skill." She said thoughtfully.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her feed kept updating the location of the fighting, and the police attempts to cordon it off, with CCTV footage flickering as it showed Pinecrest security troops falling back as the unflagged-but-obviously-Dorn mercs moved up, taking care as Pinecrest snipers picked some off for getting too bold.<br><br>"So, what all do we know?" BB asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:21:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam shrugged as she realized she was monitoring a LOT more than she had been used to as Phil. Clearly she'd gotten better at coding on the fly and running remote scripts than she had been. She pulled up the feed and piped in the security chatter to the van's stereo. A second window showing the tactical plot over the street map showed up off to one side for Ronin to use.&nbsp; <br><br>"Definitely Dorn moving against the site, but the security units are holding them off. Of course they are doing this off the books so Dorn doesn't get all their typical advantages in play."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 20:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Must be pretty significo for an half-open play like this," BB mused. "Everything so far's looked like painful accidents. Including waking you up from Sleeping Beauty land."<br><br>"Which looked like a coincidence from where you lived, but maybe not..." Ronin pointed out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 01:59:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I doubt they'd EMP their own hacker. Too much of a chance of killing me. I was just starting my work out, could you have imagined what I could have done to my brain if I had come running off a treadmill at a high clip? Smashed my skull open. I think that was an accident. Otherwise they would have EMP-hardened my gear." Sam pointed out as she tried to hack into the security drones overhead. She was looking for a way into monitoring the Dorn data and comm networks to see what was going on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 01:44:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The drones were part programmed, but part remote piloted, that would at least allow her to access comms and trace the control signal back if it wasn't too bounced to follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 01:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam smiled as she spun out the programs to link into the drones and backtrace the system links. <br><br>"I think we'll have to go in the back, follow the imagery my smart bots are plotitng. They're programmed to get us close in from behind without tripping securiety. I got us spoofed with access credentials. If we can hijack one of these drones I can slip it in to do a telemetry link to the house as well. " She said as she laid down to focus on the job at hand and keep her head out of the windows in case they run into trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 04:15:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How close do you gotta get?" Ronin asked warily, tapping the column holding up the van's roof. "We've been in some shit in this thing but I never drove it through a warzone."<br><br>A scouting drone overhead bounced off Sam's Meant To Be There aliasing tricks, senses suitably baffled and reporting nothing untoward. But it wouldn't be long before real eyes might spot them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 19:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me see if I can hack a few of the drone's to get what we need from here." Sam said as she starts working on subverting the drone network, using the drones to get what we need without getting closer in. Or at least keep us out of the fire fight. BB, did you bring me some body armor and weapons?" She asked just in case.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 01:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Watch for Sys Ops, last thing we need..." Ronin said as Sam accessed the drone servers, some of them obviously being piloted, but others might be discreetly.<br><br>"Yeah," BB nodded, going over to a dented reinforced plastic crate and undoing its tumblers, bringing out a dainty little stun zapper that wouldn't look out of place in Samantha's cutest handbag and what looked like mountain biking armour. "I resisted the temptation to get you a Ninja Princess cosplay armour."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 17:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dude.. do I tell you how to shoot your gun?" Sam said as she skirted around the 'live' drones and sent out a trio of worms to do the ones that were on computer control. A few signals to keep things moving along and she would have the little drones reporting one thing while they would circle over the combat area and to her target area. A remote ping to sense systems in the area and then she would piggy back into the home network via the drone's access point on the area security system.<br><br>"Thank go for small miracles." Sam said with a shudder. She could handle the fact that her armor now included breast cups but the idea of something PINK was out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 00:54:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sometimes," Ronin pointed out.<br><br>They were now close enough that Sam had to redirect outer circle drones away from them.<br><br>"Okay, I <em>may</em> have gotten you a Ninja Princess outfit as well," BB admitted as she fitted the flex hi-impact armour onto Sam's chest, letting her adjust the cups. "Your fault for being the best slutty dressup doll ever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 00:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like me in leather more than lace." Sam pointed out as she sat up to reduce the teasing thrill her overloaded senses gave her from the body armor. She was still a bit 'twitchy' from the feedback programs. The scent of BB so close was not easy to ignore either. <br><br>"You know I never knew gun oil was so sexy." she teased as she closed her eyes and worked on getting the drones within range of the house to do a remote hack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 19:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lace shows how totally girly you are now... That presses my buttons." BB grinned as she strapped a guard to Sam's shin, stroking her knee in passing. "When this is all over you'll wear <em>lots</em> of lace."<br><br>The drones adjusted, subtly as she could manage, connecting with security around Daddy's house, flagging up the defences nearby even though it was a good half kilometer from the fighting. A bit more than standard for an exec during a conflict somewhere in the city.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 19:51:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which is why under the leather I wear panties with lots of lace." Sam teased as she tried to keep from squirming. Those sensory countermeasures were fading but she was still more than a bit horny. She spun the probe out via her hijacked drones to tap into the house network. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 03:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Someone observing the system directly. Sam's alerts were just fast enough to advise her to look away, lucky considering how distracted she was as she felt BB's hand on her inner thigh. <br><br>She could analyse the op's programs and methods, but looking too close could reveal her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 18:11:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful, I'm still wired from the earlier hack." She said as she tried to sneak into the estate with her programing. The weird part was she was able to do so much, had they re-engineered her to be better as an 'on the fly' programer. Or was she just more practiced than she had imagined. Definitely something to consider as she worked her link to the building's network. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 01:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured... no sense wasting it..."<br><br>There were gaps here and there in the protection, but more look-away moments than actual blind spots. She'd have to time this very carefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 02:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trying to hack here." She moaned as she let BB dress her while she spun a cover ID as a 'normal' network message from the corp to the house. To a network type it would look like a typical status packet and nothing more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 00:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, okay..." BB pouted and tightened the last buckle a bit more abruptly.<br><br>The program slid through, then the agonising wait for it to respond... <br><br>And was that sensation on Sam's lips BB fixing her makeup?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 08:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What are you up to?" She asked as she prepared to follow the probe into the house network. She had it mapped out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 02:41:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just making you look nice for Daddy Dearest. Or whoever he is." Behind the visual data playing across her half-closed eyes, Sam could see a brush being applied to her eyelashes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 04:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seriously?" She asked with a degree of disbelief as she dove into the network and started working through it very carefully. "Optimally we don't want him to know we were ever there." Sam pointed out as she squirmed. It was a turn on to have BB do this, but it was a major distraction too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 02:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah? Oh, thought the plan was to bust in and noise him up." Booms shrugged, but did not stop, softly brushing at Sam's face, no doubt making her look all the more feminine and sexy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 03:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If we can get the data from here, why go in? I got the data and they don't know we do it improves the value." She snuck a look at what BB was doing via the van cameras. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 20:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can't get the data in his head that way."<br><br>Booms leaned back to survey her work, giving the camera a clear shot of Sam's face, a slinky evening look with smoky eyes and dark lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 20:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True, but do you think I should be seen at all?" She poriented out. Ronin and BB could pop in a data link and she could drain him from another room. On a thought she pulled up the house sensors and 'looked' to see who was here as well as sending an activate signal to all the bugs she had planted in the house. Why not use them if you had the place wired for sound?&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 20:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You want this done, some things you gotta do yourself." Ronin looked back momentarily.<br><br>The bugs picked up two people in the house. Daddy and someone else, youngish and lean, nice suit, net sec by the look of his data profile. <br><br>The younger man's voice first. "- fight's swinging away from us, we must not be a prime target."<br>"Why would we be?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 20:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True but you also taught me to keep our strengths hidden till the proper time." She pointed out as she continued to worm into the network trying to subvert it to her control fully. To better see what was going on and to see who it was. "We got a second person there. A suit. Could be an exec or bodyguard. I'm trying to get in to subvert the security feeds." <br><br>Of course 'daddy' hadn't seen her new Asian body fix either. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 04:31:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin grunted neutrally.<br><br>They were on the last, closest circle of drones now, just a few minutes away from parking.<br><br>One of the cameras caught a workable facial recognition shot of the stranger's thin, handsome face. Simon Crane. Dorn subsidiary, network security. Highest rating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 04:43:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got a net security guy." She said as she worked on keeping things under control while she worked. "Want me to crash their comms and network connections?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 20:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They gotta have contingencies for that," Ronin said with a shake of his head.<br><br>BB frowned and snapped her cosmetics case shut. "Knowing our luck he'll be one of our buds who now has no idea who he is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 21:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam was surfing the contact log, looking for the security man. <br><br>"You think they'd be stupid enough to put so many folks in the same fix?" She asked as she considered 'spiking' the implants of anyone in the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 07:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Probably not."<br>"Maybe if we're actually lucky he'll know about this thing," Ronin suggested.<br><br>The last drone in range of the house scanned it for any more counterintrusion systems.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 21:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well let me work into the network and blank the drone's coverage of our approach." Sam said as she continued hacking the system and listening to her 'father'. "You got a voice mask for me to wear? I don't look like his red headed daughter but I sound like her." She added as she got ready to upload their 'approach path' to the house. The network already would ignore them once they got in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 02:33:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hang on..." Booms opened one of her pockets and retrieved what looked like a contact lens case with a single flat circle in it about an inch around. "Here you go." She tapped the inside of her cheek to demonstrate. "Careful, self-sticking." She showed which side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 02:53:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Geek." Sam teased as she stuck it in place. BB was always into small tech toys, even when she was teasing Sam (or Phil) about being all 'computer crazy'. She turned back and dove back into the network while she let the widget settle into place. She figured she'd cut out their ability to scream for help them move on to the men inside the house. <br><br>"Ready to move when you are." She said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 04:02:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the patch in place, her voice had a slight hiss to it, enough that if she spoke in a different manner she would not resemble Samantha. It would probably also make it hard to chew food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 04:03:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.. mirror the network and cutting their comms." Sam said as she hijacked the house network and looked to the others as they pulled up. "Want me to try and send the implant spike before you go in?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 22:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Might give them a warning, it's pretty specific," Ronin said. "Canning comms just looks like part of a blanket move."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 22:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We don't want them screaming for help while the Dorn guys are at the gates." Sam pointed out as she started subverting the network. "Besides, a few seconds after that they will be busy eating your taser darts." She pointed out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 23:59:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, going for it or not?" BB asked uncertainly. "Either way, we're getting close. Game faces!"<br><br>Up ahead, Sam could see the streets leading to Daddy's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 19:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam pulled her mask up and activated the voice mask. <br><br>"We're going in." She said as she pulled and checked her stun gun. She was wishing she had something more substantial, but she hadn't tried shooting anything as Sam. She'd need pratice to get back Phil's level but even he wasn't as good as Ronin or BB. Hence typically using a pistol or shotgun while they kept hte nasty weapons on hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 01:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was also suddenly acutely aware of the length and crackability of her fingernails. A suddenly focal symptom of her smallness, her weakness... her girlishness. Like the taste of her lipstick, the pressing of long hair against her scalp by the mask, the straps of the bra and the weight it contained. Everything was... <br><br>The feedback passed, finally, after that last surge.<br><br>The van swerved into the driveway, blocking Daddy's SUV in.<br><br>"Ready for this?" Ronin asked, surprisingly quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 05:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I'm ready to go in." She said as she triggered her voice mask and slid out of the van. She wished she had something more lethal than a mugger-stunner but she got why she was outfited with one. Odds were if she lost her temper she'd be tempted to kill 'daddy'. <br><br>"Lead the way." She said to Ronin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 05:40:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That, and maybe her partners didn't entirely trust her. Would she, in their position?<br><br>Ronin met her gaze for a moment, then gave a small nod, opened the door and stepped out, staying low in the shadow of the van, bringing out his bang stick and keeping it pointed down. <br><br>Up ahead, Sam could see Daddy's house again with her own eyes, clearly for perhaps only the second time, remembering seeing it as Samantha and feeling like she had before Phil was taken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 05:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to recall the Phil encounter but kept focused on the job at hand. Once the inhabitants were taken down, she could explore that memory more closely. She just followed after her team mates and tried to carry her load in the assault. Prove herself all over again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 06:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Had she been Phil? She couldn't have, unless... was it an implanted memory of being Samantha before she was actually changed? Crossing wires with her real memories of the time? Or...?<br><br>BB advanced behind her, cradling her SMG as she took up slack position, keeping Sam safe in the pocket.<br><br>The house loomed large... like it had when she was a little girl?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 01:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She ruthlessly crushed those doubts, after all she'd seen the imagery of the implant. She knew what the doc had said and she'd triggered enough of peoples implants to know she wasn't the only one. She followed after BB and let the two of them lead the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 03:56:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here we go."<br><br>A quick shake to activate the dissolving spray, and Ronin killed the hunges on the door then kicked it in. <br><br>An alarm on Sam's board of options indicated that it very much wanted to alert security.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 03:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam crushed it with an override as she spiked the men's comm links. If they had a memory implant, they'd be cut out of it as she followed the other two into the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 04:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In one of the screens in her mind's eye, she saw Crane put a hand to his ear and take out a comm, then start to look around and raise a hand. The cameras nearest him and Daddy went offline.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 01:09:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She cast aside any pretense of not being there and reached out to seize control of the entire house network, secure in the knowledge she had control. <br><br>"Better move, they know something is up." She whispered over her link to the others. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 02:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They advanced, taking cover where she had advised.<br><br>Sam's control flickered. Crane's influence spread from node to node, cameras redirecting so she could see herself and her team in the views.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 02:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spun out more and more constructs, now that they were isolated to the network itself she went full out. Using all the dirty hacker tricks she knew as she slammed the 'sensory overdrive' into his section to distract him while they moved in. At the same time she set the entire camera network into 'diagnostic testing' to keep him from seeing anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 02:27:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Somewhere up above she heard a grunt of surprise and pain.<br><br>"Panic room?" BB asked. Not that Sam knew of. But then, what other secrets did Daddy have?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 02:31:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll have to get the the plans from the network. Drop Crane so I can get full control." She gritted as she continued working.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 05:53:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wilco." Ronin kept low as he ran for the next door, went through it gun barrel first. <br><br>"So flattered you brought me home to meet your folks," BB chuckled as she covered the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 21:42:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just remember to put them down." She growled back. "And try not to out me in earshot." She teased back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 03:32:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You love it, danger bitch."<br><br>Ronin pointedly cleared his throat as he advanced. <br><br>Up ahead, Sam could see a swirl of programs around Crane as he stepped up, smartgun in hand. All nicely codelocked, but at least she could see him coming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 03:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam didn't work on his codelocked things but instead unleashed a torrent of programs at him. Not trying to break him but overwelm his programs and sensors. She updated his location to Ronin and BB as she worked the 'code flood'. It was low tech but unexpected and she could code like no one else on the fly. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 03:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw him stumble as a sensory overload, twice as bad as hers had been, struck him from all angles. A flurry of ideas, images, sounds, designed to knock him off balance.<br><br>Long enough for Ronin to thump a taser charge into his chest.<br><br>"One down..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 21:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We need to find the other." She said as she took control of the home network and looked for her 'father' frantically. This wasn't good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 18:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blank area, under the stairwell. Panic room? Built to keep signals out.<br><br>BB cuffed the unconscious SysOp, Ronin advanced up the stairs, flattening himself against the wall for maximum coverage with his ready weapons. Classic sensible close-area tactics, and of course also just so damn butch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 21:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam pointed to the spot. <br><br>"It's a signal void." She said pointing to it. "It's got to be a hidey hole."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 00:28:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll have to crack the seals the old-fashioned way," BB said, pausing to let Ronin open the door to the storage space. He checked it with an electronics and chemical sniffer, then kicked it open. Inside was a blast door on the floor.<br><br>"This could take a while..." BB muttered, breaking out the directional shaped explosives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 22:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be sanatizing the network." Sam said as she started into the office to physically pull the network hardware to take with them. She figured it would be the best way to get think things through.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 02:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't go too far," Ronin warned. "Might be off-grid counters we don't know about."<br>"Yeah, this place is a rich crazy testbed, could be all kindsa' shit in here." BB grimaced. <br><br>Then part of the door blew out.<br><br>Ronin and BB flew backwards, twitching, their cybernetics inert. <br><br>"Samantha. Darling. You should have told me you were having friends over for dinner."<br><br>Daddy's voice, through the intercom, as the door clicked open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 19:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry.. Samantha isn't here." She said as she picked up BB's gun and checked them both carefully. "But you <br>know that she's not really been around for a while. Care to tell me what you did?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 20:44:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They were both out for the count. Ronin might be up in less than an hour, BoomBoom didn't have his enhanced constitution, she might not stir before sunrise without a stim.<br><br>"Come in and discuss it privately. Father to daughter. Unarmed, if it's all the same..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 21:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling out the stims, she juiced both of them with care. Making sure that she didn't overdose them.<br><br>"Sorry 'dad', I'm not going down into a bunker where you can stun me, cuff and stuff me till the mind rapers come by to reinstall the sim modules." She said bluntly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 05:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin groaned and nearly opened his eyes, but not quite. BB twitched, but that was all.<br><br>"Of course. Well then, weapons down, I'll come out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 19:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They'll stay down so long as your hands stay up and no tricks 'dad'." Sam said as she crushed the network links outside and set up a 'dead' man switch. He tried anything the house security would hammer him flat and lock down. She kept the taser in one hand and BB's pistol in the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 04:48:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's a little late to say 'no tricks'..."<br><br>With that, he stepped out, the man she had thought her loving father for more than a year. <br><br>He set a bottle of vintage champagne and two glasses on the table by the hidden door.<br><br>He met her eyes, and sighed wistfully. "Look at you. What you've done to yourself. If your mother could see you now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 21:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, Samantha isn't online anymore. She has been taken offline for a long long time." Sam said as she sat down, keeping the gun within range. "How about you tell me why you took the grey matter of a blank programmer and tried to make him into your daughter? Was she really that useless to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 23:41:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He placed the glass closer to her, and the other in front of himself before opening the bottle and pouring a measure of sparkling white into each. <br><br>"It's, ah, two birds with one stone really. Well, three actually. Dorn wanted someone on the inside with a perfect cover. They figured the hacker who blew the company wide open would be good enough, <em>and</em> deserved to be punished." He looked over at Sam, raising his eyebrows to indicate he meant her. <br><br>"I'd lost my original daughter in the divorce, I get a clip from her every Christmas and that's about it. So they turned <em>you</em> into her. Mostly to ease my insertion, partially to show they could. Another three months or so and you'd have been a hundred percet secure. They have personality rewrites in key positions all over Pinecrest and subsidiaries, like your boyfriend Mike, but not many full body and gender identities." He sighed and shook his head. "I didn't see the final specs, but I was already worried they'd overdo it, you might reject your new identity." <br><br>He raised his glass, as if in a toast. <br><br>"Well done, you. Guess I didn't raise any fools."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 23:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, they didn't put Phil in the chip..they put Samantha on the chip. The brain tissue is mostly Phil." She said. "The package is the daughter, the software isn't." She sighed. "Still, you basically lobotomized your daughter to get a discrete hacker? That's cold." She didn't drink the wine. <br><br>"Why not just put Phil in the head of an assistant or something? And by the way, several of your inserts are off line by now." She added as she thought about shooting him again. "It was really stupid to cluster so many cut outs around you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 00:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Daddy' wrinkled his nose. "No, you're a copy, not the original." He grimaced at the idea.<br><br>He looked back down at his glass as Sam mentioned the failing assets. "Not to worry, job's done. A bit louder and messier than Dorn wanted it, lost more of their people than they'd like, but Pinecrest is dead on its feet. Congratulations."<br><br>He glowered. "Pity they aren't going to reward you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 00:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam reached over and picked up the gun. <br><br>"Shame you won't live to get your bonus unless you give me something to make up for it. I find the practices you and Dorm did.. disturbing." She said as she eased the hammer back of BB's pistol. She figured in a minute or so Ronin would be up to moving. She worried a bit about BB, but she was not entirely against shooting 'Daddy' a few times. There were several lives who he needed to answer for.<br><br>"I'm not entirely happy with the way things were made up. How many 'stand ins' did you make out of folks you snatched off the street?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 04:11:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A few. Nobody who wasn't connected to the problem. It suited the case officer's sense of balance."<br><br>Carl half smiled, his eyes moving from hers to the other black dot pointed at him, the barrel of the gun. <br><br>"Of course we can make a deal, princess." <br><br>Daddy always called her that. <br><br>"If we couldn't, I wouldn't be talking to you now, would I?" <br><br>He took a sip of his champagne. <br><br>"I can give you the access you need to knock Dorn clean out of the state. Pinecrest is a shell, but Dorn's exhausted as well, and I have access to rather a lot of secrets as odd as this one." <br><br>He paused to let that sink in.<br><br>"Or we can build you a new identity, restore your old one, whatever you want to look like... whoever you want to be." <br><br>He shrugged casually, like this was as simple a question as whether she could borrow twenty bucks for a movie.<br><br>"Or you could come back in."<br><br>His eyes met and held hers now. <br><br>"You're still my daughter. I still want you to be." <br><br>His voice was soft, soothing, like he was reading her a bedtime story.<br><br>"You could have cut and run weeks ago, jumped the first ship to Chongqing or Lima. You didn't. Sure, you wanted to know who'd done this to you - but you got to like it too. If you don't bring it down, Dorn will own this city, and you can be royalty. Come in eyes open, and live this life as you choose." <br><br>He held out his hand for the gun.<br><br>"What do you say?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 19:22:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or I can put a slug through each of your kneecaps." She said as she picked up the gun and aimed it. "I'm not as good as my friends, but you're not my first ride to the rodeo and I find myself wondering just what sort of world this would be with you bleeding on the floor, maybe followed up with a nice fire to clean up the mess here." She let the frustration and anger she had show through. <br><br>"Now, to keep me from crippling and or killing you, why don't you tell me the truth about why you shoved me in this frame? You know that I'd have happyly taken down Pinecrest if you'd just paid me. And it would have cost less than this hack job."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 01:28:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could see a glint of fear as she aimed the gun, but it was quickly masked by a look of fatherly disappointment. "You were an experiment. Pick up someone nobody important would miss, someone who owes them, see how far they could push the rewrite... not quite as far as they did, obviously. Gender identity and sexuality changed almost as much as they could have hoped... probably should have been more hard coded het-only, making you bi was accurate but let a bit of the old you back in." He shrugged slightly, as if this was a perfectly everyday hardware problem being discussed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 01:54:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually it was the fact that your action teams detonated an EMP bomb in the wrong spot." She said as she eased the hammer back on the hammer and pointed towards him. "From there it was working the setup till I was able to cut out the persona implant. You really think I'd let you put me back under so I can be your little sock puppet?" <br><br>She checked to see how BB and Ronin were. She was ready to shoot him the minute the perimeter warned her of troops or if he moved an inch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 01:48:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe, if the program had been stronger that wouldn't have taken." He shrugged at the idea, clearly more concerned about the gun than the argument. <br><br>"I'm working with some minor adjustments to remind me to stay in character, I still have freedom of action, and the program will resolve itself and close down before long."<br><br>Ronin and BB were breathing, but showing no signs of waking yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 04:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you might want to consider how much I really want to shot you. At least in a knee cap or foot." She growled as she clicked the safety off the stungun and shot him, aiming at the groin. She was tired of talk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 06:50:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Daddy' started to move as she went for the weapon, but the line was in before he could get out of his chair - kicking in enough volts to send him dropping out of it and curling up, spasming and screaming.<br><br>As it stopped he drooped, no longer tensing all over at once, and able to turn pained eyes to look at her. Pained and... sad?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 09:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam figured in some way he looked on her as a second chance, she wondered what sin he was atoning for. She stunned him again before she could consider what he might have said. Better that he was completely out and down rather than dealing with the residual daddy issues she had inherited from Samantha. As soon as he passed out, she moved to disable him with zip ties and a gag, adding a program to disable any implant callouts to the remaining security. <br><br>After she was done with that, she turned getting BB and Ronin up and running. Sooner they got the paydata, sooner they were gone. She was so done with being Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 00:40:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin was up first, pressing his hand to his temple apparently to try and keep the stun attack hangover from popping it like a balloon. "Do what you needed?" he asked, with a surprisingly tender tone and look.<br><br>Booms made a slurred sound something like "yanaagler" as she half opened one eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 03:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I'm going to need any data down in his bolt hole. We're done." Sam said as she looked at the senseless man while tending to BB. "I could hack his implants while he's out but I want to make sure no one else is coming first."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 03:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Resolved all yer issues?" Ronin half-laughed, half-groaned as he looked down at Carl. <br><br>Outside, Sam's drone programs swooped unnoticed through city and private surveillance cameras, looking for any sign of someone coming. No-one. Just yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 03:28:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Watch him." Sam said as she got up and picked up BB's gun before heading down to see what was in the 'bunker'. She checked the clip before heading down to see what 'daddy was hiding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 23:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gun felt heavy to her, even though she had seen Booms carrying it like it was no big deal.&nbsp; Ronin nodded, stepping around Carl to lean against the table, covering the unmoving figure all the way.<br><br>The steps down echoed as she advanced into the dark.<br><br>A door easily four inches thick sat open, allowing her into a fully-equipped panic room. Monitors, terminal, fridge-freezer, microwave, futon... photos of her with Daddy. Smiling happily together. Pictures she remembered taking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 20:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She walked over to the terminals and started typing. Seeing the pictures made her angry, reminding her that she had been shoehorned into Samantha's life and left to to run around like an automated puppet. She worked to pull the memory cores she could get at, hack the connections to pull more data in and to make sure no alerts went out. Once she was reasonably sure that all the data was locked down, she worked to turn the panic room into a cell. Cutting external links, making sure he couldn't call out. She worked furiously to make sure he'd be locked in for some time before the people he worked for came looking for him. <br><br>Not that he had to worry about starving to death, she noted as she pulled the memory cores and put a bullet in each monitor as she walked out. <br><br>"Put him back in the panic room, he'll be offline for a few days at the least." She said firmly. She wasn't too happy with 'daddy', he'd destroyed how many lives for a profit? They could have hired hackers for a lot less than what they did to her and the others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 20:37:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB stirred at the sound of cables cutting, shaking her head woozily as she rolled over to hands and knees, blinking and clearing her throat before looking around. "Did we...?"<br>"We did," Ronin confirmed, nodding to the bound and immobile form of Carl.<br>"Good. Wouldn't wanna wake up in the New You lab."<br>Ronin nodded, and grimaced, in reply.<br><br>'Daddy' was still well out as Ronin picked him up by the shirtfront and hauled him towards the wrecked panic room.<br><br>"So what now?" Booms asked, sitting and slumping in against the wall, pointing with a wavering finger at the memory cores spread over the coffee table. "Lot of payday on there, I guess...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 04:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You have no idea.. we got plenty of data on how they engineered a corporate war. That is at least six ways to make that profitable. We can back the losers and with this evidence they would end up winning in courts all over the world, release it to the media and short stock on both companies, offer it to a third party." She shrugged. "i'll have to crack it, but we're looking at the big pay off..after we vanish from the area."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then let's book," Ronin said.<br>"It sure was nice of you to invite us to meet your family," BB added, looking down at the blacked-out Daddy. "Anything else y'all need for closure, Princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:58:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just let me lock him in." Sam said as she walks out with them, pausing to fuse the safe room's access panel after they head out. She wanted 'dad' to have a nice long time alone. The building was cut off and he couldn't call for help now, so he'd have to wait till someone back tracked him and his body guard. <br><br>"Time for us to leave the country?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 06:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they stepped out and she shifted him slightly, he groaned and half opened his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 06:31:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Leave him in the panic room with his body guard." Sam said as she zapped him again. She didn't want him talking, he apparently thought that she still carried a link to her implant he could use. "I want us gone so I can find a nice safe house to scan these for our profits."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 06:33:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"S-" was all he managed before he slumped against the wall again. <br><br>Ronin pulled the heavy door shut with a very final clang.<br><br>"So that's Daddy dealt with, what about your fiancé?" BB smirked. "Or had he not gotten you a ring yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 17:54:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We move on.. he wants Samantha.. I'm not her." She says simply. "I could send a worm to him and the girl he's with and make them hot for each other but I don't think it would be kosher. So, I'll leave them free of their implants and secretly send them an email on how to cut it out permenently. what they do after is their affair." She looked at BB. "You trying to get rid of me now that the pay day is here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 05:25:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB laughed her dirty laugh. "No way, babe..." She grinned wickedly. "I just think you'd make a hot little bride."<br><br>Ronin made another almost-concealed queasy groan.<br><br>Booms smirked. "She would and you know it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 22:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm still waiting on a ring from you." Sam teased back, smiling as she buttoned up the network and wiped all traces of their having been there.&nbsp; "And we are done, time to leave town and most likely retire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 05:26:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin very pointedly went ahead and looked for any sign of threat and did not let his gaze linger on Sam any longer than necessary to sweep the area, before opening and prepping the van, pausing to let BB sweep for bugs and bombs. "In..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 23:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you sir." Sam teased as she did so quickly and then hopped in the back to start working on the memory cores. Sooner cracked.. sooner the payout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 23:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin ignored the teasing, or at least turned away before making a face. Booms noted as she slid in beside Sam.<br><br>"You enjoy being treated like a lady, don't you?" she murmured close to Sam's ear as the engine revved too loud for Ronin to hear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 23:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am one now." She whispered back. "I'm no more Phillip than I am Samantha.. I'm a fusion of the two. Hence my insistence on Sam and not Samantha."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 02:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Does it feel natural? Or... does it feel naughty?" She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 18:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"At first, I felt...empty. Then I decided to go with your suggestion about fitting in. Then I looked for what felt right. Sam likes fashion, matrix sculpting, and all sorts of thingsPhil found boring and Samantha never had the focus for. Could you see Phil hacking things so differently as I do? Or Samantha making her own look? She livto be told how to look and act. I prefer to make my own choices." Sam said with a gesture over her body. "Phil wouldn't enjoy urban thrash and Samantha would have never gone into a body's cult ths rad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 17:19:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB blinked with surprise at the serious answer to her come-on, but nodded as she listened.<br><br>"So, you're not as mega-girly as you were programmed to be... that's a shame." She flashed her devilish smile again, as her hand rested on Sam's thigh. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 17:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I am girly as I want to be. I like urban flash and leather and latex as well as silk and satin." she purred as she slid into BB's lap."I like being your little Japanese girl over a red head who just liked clubbing and listening to fashion media." <br><br>She leaned in and nibbled on the others woman's ear. "I want to tie you down and ravish you or have you ravish me. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 21:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As long as you like being my little girl..." Booms slid her other hand onto Sam's hip as she moved onto her lap. "Let's see how girly I can make you..." She turned her head to bring their lips close together. "I plan on <em>very</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 21:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me that you like me as your little Japanese girl, all clad in leather and silk." She purred back as she straddled BB and slipped her hands up and into her top. She was feeling frisky, a lingering effect of the sensory trap she had triggered earlier. "I can do that.. I definitely want to cuff you to a bed and have my wicked wicked way with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 00:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I absolutely do, my little geisha," BB whispered, breathed across Sam's neck and stroked her new hair. Then she flashed that grin. "Oooh, we are <em>so</em> making you a geisha..." she added before sticking her tongue out to set Sam's earring swinging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 20:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Full bodysculpt with the right ethnic features huh?" She purred as she worked down BB's neck with kisses. "I could get a persona chip to be a proper little mistress for bedroom encounters? Accent and all." She enjoyed teasing BB, knowing how to push her buttons from seeing what sort of little beauties pushed the woman's buttons.. and knowing that she could BE those women was a blast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 01:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Chips are too easy... proper training is the way to go." BB grinned wickedly.<br><br>The van cornered and accelerated. Ronin was staring at the road with the determination of a man not wanting to look behind him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 02:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ronin.. you know she's doing this to get your goat." Sam said with a chuckle as she settled into BB's lap with a grin. "I'll stop flirting till we get to the safe house if you like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 20:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww..." BB pouted, then raised a hand to trace a finger along Sam's rouged lip.<br><br>"Hey, you do what you want," Ronin said, eyes still on the road. "Almost there anyway."<br><br>BB curled her lip irritably at Ronin's attempt to be cool about the whole thing, like it was indeed taking the fun out of it. Then she looked back to Sam and asked "And then what? Who do we fence this to? We need alla this out of our hands as soon as..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 20:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll need to break it. See what puppets they still got, send them cut outs and look for an angle that makes us cred and gets us out from under this group. If they knew Phil..they have you two both pegged. " Sam looked forward. "You might not like me enjoying being alive like this.. but you're still the guy who took a bullet for me and I'm the person that stepped in front of a knife for you. We shed blood and bashed heads to keep the other alive. I am NOT letting them put you down for knowing me Ronin.. I owe you a way out of this mess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 21:01:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB nodded along with the plan. Ronin shifted his gaze in the rearview as Sam spoke up, looking back inside the hold for a moment.<br><br>"Word," he said after a moment's pause.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 21:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry if my new.. condition glicks you.. or is it the fact that BB likes getting in my skirts?" She joked, knowing a bit of 'Phil' humor would draw him out, he usually played 'straight guy' to Phil's jokes. "Aside from that..and a plumbing change, I'm still the hacker planner.. problem is our fences don't know us.. so you and BB will have to do the dress up and meet and greets." She grinned.<br><br><br>"Joking aside, how we want to do this.. buy in to the corporate leveraging that is going on and vanish or sell the data to their rivals and liberate any other puppets?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 21:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin looked like he was considering a response, then shook his head. There was maybe an involuntary tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth, though.<br><br>BB considered their options. "I'd really like to dropbox it with Pinecrest and let them deal. Then nobody will be gunning for us particularly. If we can cut other strings, that's a nice little aside, but the part I care about is us getting clear fast and not getting dead." She shrugged. "Hell, give it to Family Society so they can be all morally outraged about trans-ing people's genders on the news." She laughed, a bit nervously.<br><br>"Whatever we're doing, we're here." The turned, descended a ramp, and Ronin retrieved the remote for the garage door, bringing it down behind them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 21:20:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's see what money can be made, who we can free..and then spread the fun around. Pinecrest would be a good point to share it with." Sam said as she collected the tech and hoped out. "We aint' a charity. Ronin's guns cost money." She said with a wink. "And he needs to work on his awful taste in beer with cash."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 21:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He definitely smiled that time. <br><br>BB checked the security feeds as Ronin hauled out the hard drive and backups. <br><br>"Oh hey, what about your fiancé?" BB asked, smirking, as she looked at the door Michael... Mock... whoever had been locked behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 21:43:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I guess we could have him and the woman we snatched be among the first freed." She said checking the feeds. She was still a bit pissed at Mock, odds were data from him is what got him killed and transplanted. He just hadn't expected to be done as well. "We could pair him with the girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 22:06:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin nodded. "Works."<br><br>BB smirked. "You know he only has eyes for you, princess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 22:10:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can fix that." She said with a smirk. "I still have root access to his and HER persona. You go talk to them, I need to crack the drive and find out the profitable stuff. If you like Ronin, I could make her interested in you." She teased with a wink as she pulled out a cable and started hooking up to the drive to her networking implants. Already ice cracking software was spooling up as she entered the virtual world fo the drive to see&nbsp; waht was going on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 22:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin grimaced at the wink and raised his hands as if warding the idea off. "I like my lovers to have free will. Thanks."<br><br>Judging by the size and complexity of the systems on Daddy's server, a great many things were going on. Agents inserted into rival companies and utilities, some of them "real" people reprogrammed to do what Dorn wanted subconsciously, some entirely new personae like Samantha and Michael with new bodies and minds. <br><br>Sam's was the most radical alteration on file... being the hacker who stole the data that made all this possible got her special attention.<br><br>And plenty of other grey and black operations, encrypted in different ways.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 22:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She collected all the assets and set about writing a program to 'free' them through an augmented reality ad that would show up in their emails while she let the code crackers do their work on the files. Only going to the programs from time to time to tweak the file crackers to keep it working.&nbsp; She spun out a list of the 'agents' and sent the list to Ronin and BB with a 'which should I free and contact'?<br><br>She figured if she left them in place with the abilty to control their own persona that would be as much as she could do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 22:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin looked at the screen, pointed to one of the listed names. The mayor. "Shit, I <em>voted</em> for that guy."<br>"They say getting voted in changes you... just didn't mean it like this..." BB shakes her head. "Oh, hey, a janitor at a Pinecrest front, clever, low enough to avoid major security sweeps but has every keycode in the building..."<br><br>The other projects had different styles of encryption - and it looked like they had delete triggers set up on <em>other</em> files if a hacker botched an entry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 22:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well pick who you want to 'recruit' and let me know. I can send them a 'liberation' AR ad." Sam said as she spun out all variety of 'freeze and back' options as she let the crackers work. She didn't go for the files directly but the encryption certificates, an old hacker's trick that most didn't use anymore. Too much work. She built barriers between each 'project' so that they wouldn't casade delete. <br><br>"If you got a back up drive in the house.. connect as many as you can to the drive I took. Use my cut out cables that keep the burning routines from jumping to them. We got some serious grade ice." She said as she went back into the digital world. Her role as their hacker meant that she had part of this. They used HER to build their systems.. so that meant..they had HER backdoors in them. Time to see where the flaws were and how to crowbar her way into them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 05:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could see BB and Ronin nodding in the lowest level of her vision, behind swarming faintly transparent images. Yes, Phil's old style was part of the design groupthink here - she recognised some other signature coding as well, from software jury-riggers who had gone off grid in the year she was Samantha. Looks like Phil's was the only brain valuable enough to get a new body for safekeeping instead of a double tap for a job well done, though.<br><br>Looking through the info her fellow puppets unknowingly gave their owners, there were political and corporate decisions spun Dorn's way, secret operations hidden here and there by people with no idea they were doing it, dirt compiled by the programs in loyal spouses' brains... enough to burn this company like a fuel-air explosive.<br><br>And no sign of Phil's body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 07:58:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I found out who wrote all their secret squirrel code. Want to guess who?" She purred as she unravelled things one at a time and spun off things to other drives to protect them. Triggering the autodisconnect on each as she finished up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 03:46:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Secret Squirrel?" Ronin deadpanned as he looked over the list, as BB checked the feeds from security. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 03:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm thinking that we'll be able to crack it.. I'm the one who wrote it." Sam said as she kept unravelling code and storing the results on seperate drives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh. Right. Well. Makes sense." Ronin frowned at the thought of that level of control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I know a dozen or more coders who would have happily stayed bought for a 10th of what was spent on making me like this..." Sam said thoughtfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:24:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Feel flattered, kitten," BB suggested quietly. "You racked them so much you got the VIP treatment." She came over and draped an arm over Sam's shoulder, from behind, and leaned on it, head on her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:28:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm good.. but to do this for me when you could have bought an honest hacker for a tenth. This was about ego." Sam said as she turned to see what data she got that could be profitable for them. Sooner found.. sooner making a profit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 23:41:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was plenty of useful paydirt as well, buried intel and well-hidden slush funds. Enough to live on a boat someplace warm for the rest of the century. A big boat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 03:49:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll start with their operation funds." She said as she started pulling the acounts. Time for Samantha to get her inheritance, courtesy of daddy's dirty credit funds. She pulled all she could and funneled it through a variety of credit laundry firms she knew. Odds were she was getting 50% but at the end her money would be clean and untracable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 02:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daddy certainly looked after his little princess. She would be able to live like one. By the time everything cleared, she would be a millionairess twenty times over easy. She could spend the rest of a long life in silk and Louboutins. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 05:07:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We got the money.. want me to release the data or sell it to our old vendors.. or did you have new ones that you use these days?" Sam asked as she started looking into the data plans. Time to see what daddy was doing and who would pay for this data, though she still wondered what happened to the original Samantha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 06:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could go back to where this all began. If you don't mind ol' Torchy seeing you like this." BB smirked. "She might offer you a job as a backing dancer."<br><br>Files for covert ops, illicit acquisitions, reprogrammed people as sleeper agents... and surveillance footage of a girl who looked a lot like Samantha, a few weeks ago in Berlin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 03:05:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have a Samantha in Berlin. Apparently she's still around." Sam said as she looked through the files for paydata. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 22:24:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lucky her. Maybe you can compare notes." BB smirked.<br>"Guessing she and her dad ain't close, if he wanted someone to take her place," Ronin shrugged. "Not good for his rep, can't keep his own daughter sweet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 22:51:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figure that we can get to finding out why she vanished after. That doesn't explain how I'm genetically related to him though." She pointed out as she started spinning off data packets for them to look at. "Think he cloned her then did his transplant thing to put me in her head?" She asked as she continued sending off packets on the 'spies' they had. "Pick folks we can recruit to help muddy the waters while I vendor off the data." <br><br>She kept an eye on the laundered money to see when it cleared their accounts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 01:49:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"These high roller types, they have DNA files so they can rebuild in case of accident or not-so-accident," Ronin shrugged. "Easy to put you in instead of a backup of the real girl's long-term memory." <br><br>BB nodded. "And makes the perfect deep-cover agent - the boss's darlin' daughter who doesn't even know she is one."<br><br>The money bounced from account to account, offshore to off-the-books to orbital, soon it would be so laundered she could spend it in Dorn's own stores without raising alerts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 02:17:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So she was a clone, clearly a good one if the old man wanted a 'loyal baby making girl child.' Still she that meant she was a lot younger than she started as and clearly that explained some of her libido drives. She was essentially still a teenager. <br><br>"We're getting the money pay offs, you guys are looking over the 'assets' Dorn has in place and we still have the pay data to look over. Who they burned, what they stole and which leaks did."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 02:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's kind of a long list," BB smirked. "Like here's one... contributions to the police benevolent fund, and payments around the same time. Nothing definite, but enough to read between the lines and find out who they're bribing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 21:16:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You guys want to ditch town and have me work on this while we're on our way to a non-extraditition nation and do any data sales through a stand in town?" She said quietly as she started scanning for things on her. She had to figure out who fingered her for the sex change.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 00:28:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't want to bug out till I know you're safe," Ronin said quietly, looking over at Sam more directly than he had done in days.<br><br>BB nodded in agreement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 01:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've cracked the data barriers." she said as she opened her eyes to look at him with a smile. "I'm just looking through files now. We can do that on the move or we can do it when we get somewhere else. Want me to shut down so we can bug out.. just say so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 20:30:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better do it all in one sitting, they'll be on alert if you come back later," Booms pointed out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:06:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam pouted as she 'surfaced' from her work and sat back. <br><br>"So you want me to stop while we leave town?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That'd be safer," Ronin nodded.<br><br>"Or we could kick down some more doors. Who knew where to scoop you up and give you your makeover?" BB asked. "Us... maybe Mock... and...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks for anyone on the list that would 'know where to get Phil' before fully disengaging. "I'm still wonder why the picked me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:59:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Torchy?" Ronin thought. "Would she do this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think so.. but you want to go talk to her?" Sam asked curiously as she considered . Would Torchy have sold her down the river?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Worth a shot."<br><br>She <em>did</em> have a thing for super-femme style and had modified herself, admittedly less dramatically...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Annnnddd.. do we tell her that I am at least in part way, Phil?" She asked curiously. There was no telling what Torchy would do to a smaller more dainty woman instead of taller and stronger Phil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 06:34:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd say that's your call," Ronin said. "See how she reacts to seeing you. That'll tell us something."<br>"She's pretty cagey," BB countered.<br>"Nobody <em>that</em> cagey."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 06:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Definitely.. I need to put on the right outfit for it. I'm thinking a mix of high fashion and street leather." She said as she got up and stretched. "With a nice little silenced piece in case I have to.. discuss her betrayal." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 06:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB smirked as Sam started talking dressing up. Ronin made his 'focusing on something else' face and checked the weapons stash.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 07:41:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I have to go get dressed." Kim said with a grin with a wink as she goes to get into the 'proper outfit' while letting Ronin grab her a piece to use. She grinned as she looked over herself and considered Torchy. Did she betray Phil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 00:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy liked to play the classic amoral dame, but how much was for show and how cold was her heart really?<br><br>Sam looked over her options. Did she want to stay practical, try and out-vamp Torchy or play the helpless damsel?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 22:17:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figure the vamp look will work." She said as she stepped out to show it off to BB. "Of course I'm not just playing to Torchy as an audience, but my girl likes me vamping things up don't you?" She said as she slipped over to steal a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 04:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam decided quickly, stripped out of her boyish clothing and pulled out a figure-hugging gloss black dress, sheer hose and spike-heeled ankle boots. <br><br>It felt good to be back in skirt and heels, showing off her legs for BB's admiration. Ronin seemed less admiring, looking away with evident discomfort, particularly as BB slid an arm around Sam's small waist and locked lips, tasting her expertly applied crimson lip gloss. "Careful you don't smudge..." she whispered, resting her other hand on Sam's tightly skirted buttock. "You look naughty enough already."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 04:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Got a gun for me?" Sam purred as she let BB's hand wander over her. "Ronin.. what do you suggest, a small throwaway or <br>something fancy and electrical? Or something small, sharp and wicked."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 04:46:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something you can use at a safe range," Ronin suggested, happy to be focusing on the selection of concealable weapons they had. "Five Point Palm." He held out a small silenced pistol designed to hide inside the palm of a hand, without turning to look at Sam.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 04:48:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks.." Sam said as she took it. "Think of me as Phil's daughter.. or kid sister if it helps." Sam whispered to him as she took it. "I'm not Phil.. not completely, just like I'm not Samantha." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 04:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Helps some..." He let her take it, and she felt the warmth of his thumb for a moment before he drew his hand back. "Not really enough though. Sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 04:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as she puts a beer can in his hand. <br><br>"Don't worry.. I won't flash my tits to you till you're ready." She said iwth a wink. "Besides I know you like your girls tougher and much much taller."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 05:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess I'm a little old fashioned about who's who... and who gets to choose who's who," he added quietly as he opened the can.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 03:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry.. didn't get a choice." She smiled as she tucked away the pistol. "Got anything pointed and up close for me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 01:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's my point," Ronin nodded. He glanced her way briefly as he handed her a memory plastic bracelet that went from bangle to blade at a flex of the wearing wrist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 02:03:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice.. I'm thinking that ill have to give that some use. Think she is in on it?" She trusted Ronins gut feelings. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 02:15:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If not, she knows who is." He shrugged slightly.<br><br>"And considering her sense of style, she'd seem like as not," BB added. "She's all about turning herself into a sex bomb, why not someone else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 03:05:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ready to go find out?" Sam asked as she looked herself over. She was definitely hot and a primo piece of ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 04:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I wanna know who to thank." BB smirked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 04:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That might be something I need to do... but if she did it, she betrayed a trust." She did a quick twist of her hand and was holding her memory metal blade. "This is is something that has to be repaid. As much as fun as it is being your girl.. she broke a trust. That has to be repaid." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:16:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blade snapped into place, enough of the bracelet still there to use as a handle.<br><br>BB and Ronin nodded. "Come on, then," he said, and headed back to the driver's seat of the van.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 19:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know I put in most of her data systems as Phillip." Sam said as she returned the blade to bracelet form. "You know she might not realize how much I can get walking in. Question is.. do I come out and SAY I know or do we just keep quiet till I find something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 02:09:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess it depends how she reacts," BB shrugged.<br><br>"And how many guards she has," Ronin added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 02:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't don't like thinking about someone as close as Torchy as putting me in this situation as a puppet. I get burning me but this is something else. I don't know why she'd do it..we got on well enough." Sam said as she sat back and checked her load out. It was lighter than she was used to and she was lacking a lot of the extra goodies that she wore as Phil. Like extra tech, tools, some of BB's demo gear wired up for her. Not to mention armor and gear for running from folks. Even with a little planning her gear was still more 'clubbing' than 'running' gear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 03:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could run surprisingly well in her delightfully high heels, but "surprisingly well" still wasn't actually "all that well".<br><br>"Didn't break her heart or anything?" BB asked. <br>"She's all business," Ronin replied. "Not a very big heart to break."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 04:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I don't get why she'd burn me.. we did all sorts of money for her." She said with a chuckle. "I guess that Dorn made a better offer, but why stick me in Sam when all the other puppets were other folks?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 15:47:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought that was Daddy's idea?" BB asked. "Your prize for doing them too much damage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 17:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno, someone put the idea in his ear. He doesn't strike me as the vengeful type. I figure that someone recruited me then suggested it. Question is if Mock didn't dime me out, who did?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 00:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's go an' ask," Ronin shrugged, and clambered into the driver's seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 02:22:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, let's go ask." Sam said as she slid into the vehicle, the look on her face a mirror of Ronin's. She really hoped that it wasn't torchy but she had to find out. One last thing to do before they do their fade to black and leave the city behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 15:54:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The city was quiet now. Hardly any traffic on the streets. Sirens in the distance, as always, but nothing coming their way.<br><br>Ronin scanned the road ahead, glancing at the satnav from time to time. BB sat in the back, checking her pistols and testing the earpiece mics.<br><br>Silence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 02:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam started pulling up her files and memories of what she had done for Torchy. She figured that she could hack the place and cut it down to her and just Torchy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 02:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy had always been upfront about having another independent layer of net security, in case Phil's was compromised. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket," she'd say. The architecture had some tags of a Chongqing-style data mining colony, nothing she couldn't gouge away but it might take a few minutes to cut all its warnings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 03:00:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam coded up data cutters that would slice through the ice a bit slower than some worms, but silently. She knew the cutters would give her feedback that would let her adjust the data cutters on the fly. They would start slow, then she could adjust it. It was as good a bit of code as she'd ever done. Clearly the years worth of 'hacking for her puppet masters' had kept her edge going.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 23:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not a lot of Phil's designs left, she noticed as she looked over the system. Just a few basic routines here and there, nothing connecting to the real juicy stuff. Sensible really, Phil having disappeared a year ago...<br><br>The audio system in the van flicked on - either the news or a traffic update. News, actually. "Reports of running battles between mercenary and security forces at a Dorn facility at the edge of the city..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 23:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spun out her new crackers, figuring that they would need time to cut the ice and get in while they went in Torchy's place in meatspace. She figured it would take ten to fifteen minutes real time.. a geological age in netspace. But this was better than bringing in a nuclear icebreaker. She'd never see any of it coming this way. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 04:04:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey look, rioting." BB nonchalantly pointed out of the window at a flickering orange-red light over to one side, a Pinecrest outlet on fire.<br>"Must be going the right way," Ronin deadpanned as they drove past, a thrown bottle smashing on the side of the van to no effect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 19:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah well I hope this is one of our armored vans." Sam said as she finished seeding the area with her 'slow ice breaking' software. It would take a bit but unless Torchy had a guy on hand all the time, she'd never notice. Particularly if they were making life difficult for her up close. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 19:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't believe in unarmoured vans," Ronin replied, with maybe a trace of a smile, as a thrown brick bounced off the side with a low clunk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 05:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You always did like your rides custom Ronin. Extra armor, horses, sound systems." Sam said as she spun out a bunch of programs to subvert the local surviellance network. TO ensure that she wasn't flagged by recognition programs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 03:37:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Armour should be a tick-box option, y'ask me..." <br><br>The van glided past CCTV cameras which appeared not to notice it was even there.<br><br>Finally, they were in sight of the bar. The place where this all started.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 03:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam let the programs loose to do their job while she checked herself over. She was in the best street chic body armor BB could wrap around her with a good stun gun, pistol and knife on hand. If Torchy was the one who burned her, well.. one of the three would be used and she'd walk out of the conflict. As it was she had a horde of programs working their magic to hide her team, watch for trouble and burning through the ice of the club like a slow stream wearing through a rock over a geological age.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 04:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And there was Torchy, on stage breathlessly singing Deep In A Dream, wrapped up in virginal white satin, eyes half closed as her gloved hands caressed the microphone stand like... something Sam remembered doing with Michael in the shower just days ago...<br><br>All eyes were on her, as usual, apart from those being paid to professionally observe everyone else. Although as Sam entered, some of those she passed turned to gaze at her instead. And for a moment she could imagine herself up on that stage, wearing that beautiful dress, keeping every man here enthralled...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 04:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could do it easily now, she realized. Sam's skills included singing and looking dead sexy in classic clothing. And she knew in addition to all the men in the room, she'd have BB's eye as well. Definitely a tempting sight in her mind, teasing all those men and flirting with BB at the same time. It was very tempting she realized as she 'flicked' her next layer of programs out to do 'overwatch. She looked for potential folks that could be 'sleepers' and pinged out around the area to trip any other sleepers while looking to BB and Ronin to silently ask 'what to do next?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 03:00:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was one... that guy over in that booth, a small time smuggler and operator that Sam remembered seeing here when she still had Phil's eyes. Good to pick up, rewire and drop back in his web of contacts. <br><br>And another, nobody she recognised but from his all-dark-greys dress sense and his position with his back to the wall in the booth by the fire exit he looked like a gunsel. <br><br>Not Torchy herself - any mods done to her must have been cosmetic, and probably genetic-deep like Sam's. Or maybe she was born looking like that...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 05:38:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got one." Sam said as she pointed the target out. "Torchy isn't. She is uncompromised." <br><br>She pinged out an email to Torchy. From Phil. Asking to see her as soon as possible. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 02:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A second after she sent it, she saw Torchy blink in surprise and take a quick breath, throwing off her note. Proof that she was performing live, certainly. She recovered quickly, but she could see her eyes darting about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:08:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that would tell me what I need to know. She's panicing on stage from an Email." Sam said as she leaned against the bar. "Ronin, would you be a dear and over one end of the stage, we don't want our lovely hostess bolting from the club before we have a discussion about.. loyalty." <br><br>She pinged another email over to Torchy, telling her to come to the bar after she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 04:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hid her reaction to this one almost perfectly, someone would have to be looking to catch the eyes stopping and then darting about all the more. <br><br>Ronin stalked through the club like bad news on the wind.<br><br>Torchy dipped her head at the applause and wolf whistles as she finished, then said "let's take a short break, find my voice..." and stepped away from the mic stand, heading for the backstage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 04:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam zinged another message. This was blunt and to the point. <br><br>-You burned me. I would suggest you don't try to run.-<br><br>"Boom, can you get us backstage?" She asked as she checked her 'ice melters'. They were too slow to be considered ice breakers but she figured they'd have Torchy's system hacked by now.Time to cut down the issues of everyone else interfering and seeing why she burned her. "I might have to get a dress like that.. would you like me dressed up like that?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 00:40:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes I could... and yes I would," BB replied with a hint of a chuckle.<br><br>Torchy walked backstage, doing her best to smile at regular patrons like there was nothing wrong.<br><br>And the gunsel with the sleeper package got up and headed for the restroom, right close to the way backstage...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 05:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gunsel, Ronin can you take care of him.. BB and I are going back stage." Sam said with ease as she let BB lead the way into the back stage area. <br><br>She figured she'd gotten by for this long letting her team do their job, why stop now?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 05:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could hear the quick thuds of efficient violence over his channel as she strode through the cramped backstage. <br><br>BB fell in behind her, covering her approach from a recessed doorway with her pistol held low and discreetly half tucked into her jacket sleeve.<br><br>There were just a few dressing rooms, and only one with a gold star painted on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 06:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam took the lead and continued walking through the backstage area. It was kind of weird to be here like this. Last time she was here, she was flirting with the woman she might have to kill in a mere few minutes. She opened the door and stepped through, letting BB follow through or close it behind her. <br><br>"Hello Torchy.." She said quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 22:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy turned on a heel, raising a small holdout pistol with a built-in sound suppressor.<br><br>Then she paused, looking Sam up and down. "Who are you?" she asked, seeming genuinely perplexed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 02:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sighed as she pointedly looked at Torchy, playing up Samantha over Phillip. <br><br>"Really? This is a costume designed ensemble, do I look like I'm the sort to come in an 'ventilate a dame?'" She purred as she stepped to one side of the doorway and opened an audio link with BB in case she needed get a cue to come in. "I'm just..like here to deliver a message." She said vamping up Samantha's 'club grrrl' personality while she check on the system cutting software she put into Torchy's systems. By now the security alert system that Torchy's implants would reach for were gone. She wanted it to be just her and the woman who betrayed her, but she wasn't opposed to letting BB shoot her through the door. <br><br>Idly she waited for Torchy to relax as she smiled at her lazily and leaned against the door. <br><br>"Don't shoot the messenger Darlin.. Phillip won't like that." She said. "He's just making sure he's not walking into another one of your 'snatch and grab' teams. He's mighty hurt by what you did to him. My advice? Safety the gun.. put it down over there..an sit down over here." She took her own seat and waited as she pulled a sucker out of her jacket and unwrapped it. One of the more annoyingly lasting 'artifacts' from Samantha was that oral fixation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 23:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look, I don't know what happened to Screwdriver, you've been pointed the wrong way. One night he's here, the next he's never seen again. You think his crew didn't try me?" She was keeping a measured, even tone of voice, she was an expert in that, a voice stress analyser would only get an uncertain result off her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 23:48:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You see Torchy.. the crew found evidence leading back to you. Ronin is running around hammering your security men, Boom..well she's lurking. And Phil is tearing down your network as we speak. So, don't lie to me and be very very honest really quickly or Boom Boom will shoot you from where she is." Sam said as she pointedly stayed out of line of fire from Torchy to the doorway. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 21:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He's alive?" Torchy's surprise looked and sounded genuine. Of course, Sam had learned first hand about how deceiving looks could be over the last ten days. "Where is he?" she asked, and now she sounded suspicious, looking across at Sam. "Why am I hearing this from you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 20:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because he doesn't trust you anymore. You sold him to Dorn." She said flatly. "And he's looking to see what sort of pay off you got for it. You might notice your network is drying up and blowing away." She watched her as she checked the ice breakers she'd coded up . They were taking Torchy's system apart. <br><br>"Be honest and admit what you did.. you might survive the night." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 21:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy slumped, her normally perfect posture dropping like someone let the air out of her.<br><br>"It was him or me. You want honest, there it is."<br><br>Nothing in her accounts or records suggesting payments from Dorn. <br><br>"They wanted the programmer who mangled their system. Wanted him bad enough they cut through loyalists - you know Mock didn't sell him out, so they disappeared him? Mock. Who knew he'd make a stand? But me, they had a gun to my head. And... some other people too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 21:08:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So rather than warn him.. knowing he'd do everything in the world for a friend.. you fucked him." She pointed her gun at her. "Thanks a lot Torchy.. I really appreciate the loyalty you gave me." She said bluntly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 02:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"'Me'?" she echoed, totally confused, even as the gun rose. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 01:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mock didn't give me up Torchy, that leaves you as the only source of my name for me burning them." Sam said as she thumbed the hammer back and aimed. "So, stop the act and give me a little honest or I'll send for Boomer and she'd bruise that lovely face."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 02:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, I ratted. But... who are you? How are you involved?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 02:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honestly Torchy, I figure you'd spot it by now. Close your eyes.. listen to my syntax pattern and slang." Sam said with a roll of her eyes, her gun never wavering. "You aren't usually this dense. Tell me why you sold him, and Mock, out."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 00:36:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"... Phil?" She looked at Sam incredulously. "I... didn't think you swung that way..." Perhaps she was stalling, but her confusion seemed genuine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 06:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry.. PHIL is dead.. as is Samantha.. I'm Sam now.. " She pulled the hammer back. "And I have a distinct lack of tolerance of bullshit. I'm going to count down to 10. Then unleash the cutters seeded in your network. All those lovely files are going to evaporate. Then I'm going to shoot you in a leg, most likely in the knee. Then the other. Then in each shoulder joint. Till you tell me the truth Torchy.. or you bleed out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 21:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They made you a girl...?" she asked, numb to the threat it appeared. "And you <em>like</em> it, don't you? Looking like that isn't just undercover. You want to be a hot little bitch." Her gleaming red lips curled into a half smile. "Not that I can blame you. It's the way to be."<br><br>She leaned back and shrugged. "I gave you up because I wanted to keep my head, and my kneecaps, and my autonomy. I'm sorry, but business is business. If you want to kill me, I won't hold it against you. But if you want to know what I have on them since they made me do that, I'd rather live to tell. Kitten."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 17:37:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Boomer. what do you think we should do?" She asked as she opened the door. It was very hard to think by now. She was furious and wanted to make her suffer. Put a round in each knee and shoulder, smash her throat to ruin her voice and leave her battered and broken on the ground. She had betrayed a trust and that was one thing Sam never did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 06:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB had a finger to her earpiece. she lowered it, putting both hands on her rising stunner. "She's trynna get a rise out of you. Wants you to slip."<br><br>Torchy looked from Sam to Boomer, and gave a slight and noncommittal nod, her hands still where everyone could see them. "Looking good, Booms. You responsible for the outfit?"<br><br>Boomer said nothing, looked sidelong at Sam. The stunner still raised.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 00:52:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam pulled her own stun gun and 'zapped' Torchy in the leg and stepped up to grind the contact points into her hip while she's still twitching will sending a 'eat' order to her programs. In minutes Torchy would be ruined. Every secret and credit she had would be open to anyone who came by her network. Or course her core items would be gone, eaten and transferred by Sam's programs.<br><br>"Don't think I won't keep this up till you can't dance..then put it to your throat and leave you unable to sing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 03:36:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy gritted her teeth and dug her nails into the chair to keep from falling, and to suppress at least some of the twitching from the shock.<br><br>"You're better than this. Bet-better than me. Wanna kill me, kill me, I don't have any more secrets anyway."<br><br>BB arched an eyebrow. "Oh, she <em>always</em> has more secrets."<br><br>Torchy looked sidelong at her, grinding her teeth to minimise the shakes. "Maybe. Depends how re-reasonable you're all feeling."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 22:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think we'll take away your ability to type next." Sam said as she pulled Torchy's hand and put it on the table beside her and brought down the taser. "I looked into you back in the day. I know you got some custom wiring done. You got exposed to some bio-agent as a kid. Messed up your peripheral nervous system. The synthetic replacement isn't as resilient as the original and can't be replaced." She smiled as she let the taser points rest on Torchy's hand. <br><br>"So, I know what happens if I work REALLY hard with the amperage. Nothing is lasting yet.. but if you don't talk, you're going back to the little vegatable you were before mommy and daddy's insurance bought you a new life. I kept your secrets Torchy, because we were business partners and trusted each other. Fuck with me a moment longer.. I'll destroy your world."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 22:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy didn't suppress the shivers this time. She looked away, eyes half closing. "A-alright. What, what do you need?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 18:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well my dear.." Sam let a bit more of her steely determination show through, "I would ask that you tell me who you sold me to. Along with unfettered access to your system..and be quick, or I fear everyone in the net will have whats left of your network."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 04:12:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One of the Dorn special projects goons, name of Schuman. Last I heard Pinecrest got to him, but that might not be true, and even if it is, he might have subordinates left... All I know is they wanted to make an example, put the fear of the Board into anyone trying to crash them... making you disappear. What they did after, I guess they needed an example for their own people? Do what we say or you'll be going back to high school... in heels. Lotta men find that scary."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 04:21:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's one of two.. now unlock all your files." Sam said grumpily as she made note of the name and sent a spider out looking for info on it. "You're done.. you owe me a life.. so I'm taking yours. You give me your files..and get to walk out of this club with what you're wearing." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 07:03:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy muttered a code phrase, showed an unlock gesture and took off an earring which proved to contain a tiny memory core.<br><br>"I am sorry, you know..." she whispered as she handed it over, so only Sam could hear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 07:09:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No you're not.. " Sam said as she took the data and let the spiders holding the network closed tear down the barriers. "You'd have warned me.. or turned them to someone else. I loved you.. and you burned me. So, now.. I'm destroying all you have.. like you did with me. If we ever see you again.. I'll kill you Torchy. This is your one pass, you won't get another from me, BB or Ronin. You have used up your right to breath air here. Vanish. Disappear.." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 04:06:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torchy gave Sam a look... then looked away as she turned to go.<br><br>"Guessing she decided defending herself was gonna get her shot," Ronin shrugged lightly as the door closed. <br>"Probably right," BB mused. "Though I do wonder who else she coulda rolled," she added quietly, looking sidelong at Sam. "Can't..." She reconsidered what she was about to say. "So, uh, what now, boss?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 20:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think it's time that we leave the country and retire. I think by the time we are at the date line we'll all be rich from the siphoned money and by this time tomorrow we'll have our broker making us a much larger fortune." Sam said as she let Torchy go. Time enough to ruin her remotely when she thought she was clear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 00:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hope I don't gotta get a new face," BB mused. "And I wouldn't mind you going back to Samantha," she added with a smirk. "Those T-fanciers at Dorn sure made you a fuckable little thing. Wouldn't you agree, Mister Turner?"<br><br>Ronin made a grumbling noise without opening his mouth.<br><br>"So, yeah, anyway, money." BB grinned as she changed the subject.<br>"And what about Torchy? She likely <em>did</em> have guns to her head, and no reason to hate the snake for biting." Ronin shrugged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 18:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Remember when that triad thug juiced you with a custom disease that only had a cure from him? You didn't sell our client out like he wanted, you gave us the high sign that you were in trouble and trusted us to have your back. Even though you had to carry around that disgusting skinless rat for the treatment till we could hack the real cure out of the Triad lab he stole the thing from. You were worried that you'd take too much blood out of the damn thing and it'd stroke out before we could get a street doctor to cook up the anti-virus.. but you trusted us to help you out. She didn't even give me the 'watch out' sign. And we all have taken hits helping her out." Sam said. <br><br>"So, we're quits with her. Phillip took six bullets to keep her out of the bunranku parlor that one corporate type had her in. We set her up. She's be someone's skin puppet if we hadn't gotten her out." Sam pointed out. <br><br>"As for Samantha's look.. I'm thinking I need to find SAM'S look honey." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 00:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ronin shrugged again. The kind of shrug that spoke volumes. The kind of shrug that said "I'm not as angry about this as you, but I appreciate you are, so I'm letting it lie."<br><br>BB chuckled and placed a hand on Sam's ass. "As long as I get to make inappropriate suggestions, works for me, milady..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 20:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So Ronin.. you going to do the Dojo or the Bar you were always talking about? I know that you will have fun in Japan with either." Sam said as she slipped into BB's lap and cuddled close. "I'm thinking of a little tech haven with a sideline in programming."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 20:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno. Maybe settling isn't for me. Especially since three's a crowd," Ronin murmured, looking over at Sam as BB leaned in to kiss her neck. <br><br>"Aw. Well... we'll make sure you know where to find us," BB said, trying to look casual as she stroked Sam's thigh out of Ronin's eyeline. "Which will usually be in bed, or in a lingerie store," she added with a wicked giggle.<br><br>Ronin made that grumbling sound again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 17:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam chuckled as she straddled BB's lap and let Ronin drive. <br><br>"We'll be there for you.. but I say you need to find a nice geisha and settled down on the other side of town." She said as she gave BB a lap dance with her kiss. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Falling From The Edge (Callie Del Noire and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 17:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				BB smiled in the kiss and drew her close, as Ronin resolutely looked ahead, to the dark road into the future.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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