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 Day twelve.

   Larry Lampert had been retired for almost a decade.  His eyesight was
failing along with other physical attributes.  Viagra can be used up to
some point, after which is has limited value.  Still even the geriatric and
senile want to enjoy the fullness and richness of sex.  The physical
malfunction does not imply a lack of libido.  Deep within the cortex of the
brain carnal cravings and animal drives still rage unabated.  The spirit is
willing but the flesh is weak.  Larry wasn't alone in his dilemma.  He did
have a Sentient Domestic Helper (SDH) to care for his physical and medical
needs.  In fact a SDH can also calculate income taxes, make automobile
repairs, do handyman chores, and execute minor surgical procedures.  Yet
the SDH is physical.  No matter how appealing and sexually enhanced an SDH
might be, if the man can't rise to the occasion, he will never be
satisfied.

   Larry discovered the marvels of the Virtual Reality helmet (VR helmet).
The computer generated avatars were gorgeous and the complex transfer
functions accurate and precise, but the human element was missing.  There
was something about the human at the other computer terminal that made the
whole scenario real and meaningful.  Even such complements and supplements
as human scent and human voice construction left something to be desired.
There was an answer.  It involved having a real human at the other end of
the connection.

   Larry's voice was synthetically adjusted to remove the quality of age.
Over the Internet he had the virile, youthful voice of a man in his
twenties.  The directed motion of the avatar filtered out the shaky hand of
the aged client.  While this did help, it still did little to ensure the
reciprocity.  There was a solution.  From the deep, dark recesses of
cyberspace a whispered URL was mentioned.  It was that of the Internet
Cyberspace Prison.

   Young women, called girls in cyber-speak, were imprisoned for life
without parole in the prison.  They were connected via sensors and other
devices, internal and external, to the Internet.  From computer generated
avatars, it was possible to create an entire alternate reality.  In this
reality Larry Lampert became the sexually potent man he once was. 
Moreover, the magic and mystery of Complex Variables guaranteed that his
sexual orgasms, tactile sensations, and sounds could be artificially
created.

   Smells, odors, scents, and fragrances were another matter.  Taste was
way too complicated.  The VR helmet generated the visual imagery.  The
construction of a suitable transfer function to create images directly in
the brain from an external, non-invasive VR helmet was still in the future.
It didn't exist; however, there was no doubt that it would come to pass.

   It has been said that money can't buy everything.  It has also been said
that money can't buy love.  It may not be everything, but it beats the hell
out of whatever's in second place.  It is written in sacred scripture that
you shall know the truth and the truth will set you free.  But there's no
guarantee that the Truth will make you happy as well!

   Old Larry planked down a bundle on the Internet Cybersex Prison.  He had
his VR helmet and wanted a direct neural network to neural network with an
inmate.  He wanted to hear her explain her situation, her emotions, her
loneliness, and her misery and, at the same time, feel in his mind her true
mental state.  Likewise, he wanted her to understand his frustrations at
growing old and senile, seeing his acumen decrease, and find himself unable
to have a true physical orgasm.  The mental orgasm might be of come
consolation, but the true treat was the physical erection and ejaculation.

   Grace was one of the girls that Larry loved to play with.  He would
always start by inducing multi-orgasms in her body.  Of course, with
transducers in her vagina and attached to her clitoris and breasts, she
could not avoid being aroused.  He traded sensations with her, letting her
feel his frustration at being unable to achieve an natural erection, his
leaking bladder, his enlarged prostate, his hemorrhoid flare-ups, and his
bouts of constipation.  Each of these could be induced in a female mind.

   It cost a pretty penny to enable Larry to experience the female orgasm
and build a transfer function that would place an artificial penile
structure into the girl's mind.  But it was possible.  It was only possible
in cyberspace with the miraculous and mysterious application of boundary
values.  The abilities to expand consciousness were nearly limitless... 
only restrained by the hypercube in the parallel-processing personal
computer (P3C) and one's ability to pay the bill!

   The secret was the multi-dimensional hypercube.  Once understood,
several mathematicians actually lost their minds.  One of those working
with boundary value problems for partial differential equations was none
other than Theodore Jefferson Kaczynski.  He was convicted of being the
Unabomber!  Knowing the absolute abilities inherited from the VR helmet,
what man wouldn't turn against technology.

   Yet for the impotent, the amputee, the sexually dysfunctional the VR
helmet was godsend!  On the game grid, in cyberspace, in Virtual Reality,
they could be whatever they wanted to be.  Larry had a long career of
working and sacrifice.  Grace could only confess her drug addiction,
selfishness, sexual misconduct, and acts of moral turpitude.  As she
remembered each transgression she relived with infinite detail her torrid
episodes and escapades.  Her shame was his pleasure.

   Into his senile psyche the images of wanton sexual debauchery and lewd
misconduct flowed directly from the pierced libido of the inmate.  Even as
the traditional perfume "My Sin" had a delightful fragrance, so also the
sinful behavior and its consequences delighted the Id and enflamed the
libido of Larry.  Grace's mind was deeply troubled at the sad plight of her
client.  She had to endure earth shattering orgasms as she recalled her
past and let her mind commingle with his.

   Grace remembered so well the crime that landed her in the hellish
prison. She and her boyfriend had been partying on booze and drugs when
they decided to knock over one of those convenience stores.  The jokingly
called the store a "Stop and Rob" instead of "Stop and Shop." Having gotten
beer and cigarettes as well as the cash from the register, she laughed as
her boyfriend shot and killed the unfortunate clerk in cold blood.  Her
behavior on mass media, focused and recorded, made compelling evidence. 
She tried to argue that it was alcohol and narcotics that twisted her mind
and psyche.  But the argument fell short as the deeply religious friends of
the departed conducted endless prayer vigils on the courthouse steps,
offering comely supplications, divine oblations, exquisite sacrifices, and
expensive offerings for justice.

   She mocked the clerk as he begged for his life.  She saw her boyfriend
obtain an erection as he squeezed the trigger and fired round after round
into the hapless store helper.  As the man lay dying in a pool of blood,
Grace hugged and kissed her boyfriend, reaching one hand to his crotch and
massaging him and grasping his hard ass with the other.  How masculine he
was!  He was the most sensual and erotic being that she'd ever known.  And
he could manage orgasm after orgasm, unlike the average American male.