-up didn't seem unusual. It was his usual dinner with intimate talk to follow. In the past, he entertained his dates by showing them portions of his vid collection, but they had seldom been as excited as he was about them. More often they were shocked that Harry dared to break the law by showing them to someone else. Did Makr know? Of course, He did; Harry never saw any of those dates again. Onward, he pledged to be more compliant.

He sensed something was different. There wasn't the usual tension. There was sexual tension, yes, but not the kind of social tension when people stand back and ease into a social pairing. So, what else was different? The instructions for this date were minimal. Harry usually watched a few hours of Makr-approved vid programs or talked with a SensaVision counselor before having a date for dinner.

Without the necessary detailed instructions, Harry was going to have to improvise. Odd that Makr should allow an uncontrolled match-up. He caught himself questioning the logic of it all. _Go with it, be a different Harry—a new and improved version_, he told himself. _Makr knows best._

He jumped up rather quickly from dinner, startling his guest.

"Surprise!" he said, remembering and relishing the act of saying the archaic word. "I have a surprise for you."

"What's a'sur-prize'? Is that the word?" she asked, clueless to what he was talking about.

"Inquiring minds want to know," he said, and grinned. "A dessert—a special dessert." He raised one eyebrow and smiled conspiratorially at the use of his own trivia.

A bit shaken, but more stirred, she gave him an intriguing 'I'm-interested' look.

"The surprise in not knowing until the last second," he continued. "I make it myself. The recipe's not on the Cyber menu."

Harry eyed her suspiciously, looking for clues to her guilt or innocence in some plot to catch him at this most vulnerable moment. As he was about to reveal the real Harry, he felt unprotected, exposed—with his pants down—figuratively speaking _._

"Shall we?" Harry said in his most charming voice as he offered her his arm for the trip to the kitchen.

"Yes. Why the hell not?"
-up didn't seem unusual. It was his usual dinner with intimate lecture to be. In the past, he entertained his dates by testify them part of his vid collection, but they had seldom been equally excited as he was about them. More often they were shocked that Harry make bold to break the law by show them to someone else. Did Makr know? Of course, He do; Harry never saw any of those dates again. Onward, he pledged to be more compliant. 

 He sensed something was different. There wasn't the common tension. There was sexual latent hostility, yes, but not the kind of social tension when people stand back and ease into a social pairing. thus, what else was different? The instructions for this date were minimal. Harry usually watched a few hours of Makr - approve vid programs or talked with a SensaVision counselor before having a date for dinner. 

 Without the necessary detailed instructions, Harry was going to have to improvise. Odd that Makr should allow an uncontrolled match - up. He caught himself questioning the logic of it all. _ Go with it, be a different Harry — a new and improved version _, he told himself. _ Makr know best. _ 

 He jumped up quite promptly from dinner, startling his guest. 

 " Surprise! " he said, remember and relishing the act of saying the archaic word. " I accept a surprise for you. " 

 " What's a'sur - prize'? Is that the word? " she asked, clueless to what he was talking about. 

 " Inquiring minds want to sleep together, " he said, and grinned. " A dessert — a special dessert. " He raised one eyebrow and smile conspiratorially at the use of his own triviality. 

 A bit shaken, but more stirred, she gave him an intriguing' I'm - concerned' look. 

 " The surprise in not knowing until the last second, " he continued. " I make it myself. The recipe's not on the Cyber menu. " 

 Harry eyed her suspiciously, looking for clues to her guilt or purity in some plot to catch him at this about vulnerable moment. As he was about to reveal the real Harry, he felt unprotected, exposed — with his bloomers down — figuratively speaking _. _ 

 " Shall we? " Harry say in his most charming part as he offered her his arm for the tripper to the kitchen. 

 " Yes. Why the hell not? "
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-up didn't seem unusual. It was his with talk to In the past, showing portions of his collection, but they seldom been as excited as he about them. More often they were shocked that Harry dared to break the by showing them to someone else. Did Makr know? Of course, He did; never any those again. Onward, he pledged to be more compliant. He sensed something was different. There wasn't the tension. There was sexual tension, yes, but not kind of social tension people stand back and ease a pairing. So, else different? instructions for this were minimal. Harry usually watched a few hours of Makr-approved vid programs or talked with a SensaVision before having for dinner. the detailed Harry was going to improvise. Odd that Makr should match-up. He caught himself questioning the logic of all. _Go it, be a different Harry—a new improved version_, he told himself. _Makr knows best._ jumped up rather quickly from dinner, startling his guest. "Surprise!" he said, remembering and relishing of saying the archaic "I have a for "What's Is the word?" asked, clueless to what he was talking about. "Inquiring minds want know," he said, and grinned. "A dessert—a special dessert." He eyebrow smiled conspiratorially at use of his own A shaken, but more stirred, him intriguing surprise not until the last second," continued. "I make it myself. recipe's not on the suspiciously, looking for clues to her guilt or in some plot to catch him at most vulnerable moment. As he was about to reveal the real Harry, felt unprotected, pants down—figuratively speaking _._ "Shall we?" Harry said his most charming voice he offered her his arm for the trip to kitchen. Why the not?"
-up didn't seem unusual. It was hiS usual dinnEr witH inTimAtE talK to fOllow. In the past, HE entErtained his dates by showIng thEm POrtiONs Of his Vid collECtION, buT tHeY haD sELdOm beeN as Excited As he was aboUt tHeM. More often thEY wEre shocked ThaT Harry dared tO brEak the LaW by SHowinG thEm to sOmeone ELse. Did makr know? OF cOUrse, He DId; Harry NEVeR saw Any of those dates agAIn. oNward, he pledged To be moRe COmPLIanT.

He Sensed someThIng waS DiffereNT. THERE waSN't the usual tenSion. There waS SexUal tenSiOn, yES, but noT the kInD Of sOcial tensioN wheN people stAnd bacK And ease INto a socIal paiRinG. So, What ELsE wAs dIfFEreNT? THe iNStrUctions fOr ThIs datE werE MINImal. harRy usUally Watched a few hoUrs Of MaKR-apProveD vid pRogrAmS or taLked wiTh a SeNsAVision counseloR befOre having A daTe For DiNner.

WIThout tHe nEceSsary deTailed iNStrUcTIONs, harry was going to havE tO IMpRovise. OdD that MAKr ShOUld allow An UncOntrOLLed maTch-uP. he Caught hiMself qUEsTiOning thE lOgic of It All. _go wIth it, BE a diFferenT Harry—a nEw and IMproved version_, HE told himself. _MAKr KNOwS Best._

he jUmped up rathEr quICkly From DInNer, STartlIng hiS gUEsT.

"surprise!" he said, rememBeRing anD reliShing the act of Saying the aRCHAic word. "I Have A SuRPrise for you."

"WhaT's a'suR-prize'? Is thAT the word?" She asKed, cluelEss to what HE Was talkiNg aBouT.

"InQuiRINg Minds want to knOW," He saId, And grinNed. "a desserT—a sPecIal DesSeRt." He raiseD one eyebRoW aNd SmIleD consPIratoriaLlY at ThE usE of hiS Own triVia.

A bIt shAkEn, BUt mOre stirREd, SHE gavE hIm An inTriGuIng 'I'm-InteREstEd' look.

"THe surprisE in NOt knOwInG until tHe last second," hE cOntinued. "I mAkE it Myself. tHE recipe's Not on the Cyber menu."

Harry eYEd her suSpiCiousLy, loOking for cLueS to her GuiLT or innOcence In somE pLot TO Catch HIM aT thIs Most vulnerABLe mOment. as He waS about tO reveal the real HarrY, He fElt unprotecteD, exPoseD—WItH hiS PaNTs dOwN—FigURAtively speaking _._

"shall we?" HarRy SAiD in his most CHarMiNg voice As he offEred hER his arm For the triP to the kitChEn.

"YeS. wHy tHe hell not?"
-up didn't seem unusual. I t was hisusual  di nne rwith  int imate talk tof ollo w. In the past, he ent ertai ne d  his da tes b y showi n gt h empo rt ion so fhis v idcollect ion, but t hey  h ad seldom be e nas excited  as  he was abou t t hem. M or e o f ten t hey  were  shock e d that  Harry da re d  to br e ak thel a wby s howing them to so m eo n e else. Did Ma kr kno w? Of c our se,  He did; H ar ry ne v er sawa ny o f  th o se dates agai n. Onward,h e p ledged  t o b e  morecompl ia n t.
He sensedsome thing was  diffe r ent. Th e re wasn 't the  us ual  ten s io n.  Th er e  wa s  s exu a l t ension,ye s,  butnott h e kind  of  soc ial t ension when p eop le s t and  back  andease  i nto a  socia l pai ri ng. So, what el se w as differ ent ?The  i nstru c tionsfor  th is date  were m i nim al . H ar ry usually watched  a f ew  hours o f Makr - ap pr o ved vidpr ogr amso r  talk ed w i th  a Sensa Vision co un selor b ef ore ha vi nga d ate f o r di nner.
Without  then ecessary detai l ed instructio n s, H ar r y wa s g oing to hav e to impr ovis e .Odd thatMakrsh o ul d  allow an uncontrol le d matc h-up.  He caught hi mself ques t i o ning the  log i co f it all. _Gowithit, be a d i fferentHarry —a new a nd improv e d  version _,hetol d h i m se lf. _Makr kno w s  bes t. _

He j ump ed up r ath erqui ckl yfrom dinn er, star tl in ghi s g uest. 
"Surpri se !"he  sa id, r e member ing a nd r el is h ing  the ac t  o f sayi ng  t he a rch ai c wor d. " I  ha ve a su rprise fo r y o u."
" Wh at's a' sur-prize'? I sthat the w or d?"  she a s k ed, clue less to what he was tal k ing abo ut. 

"In quir ing minds  wa nt tokno w ," hesaid,and g ri nne d .  "A d e s se rt— aspecial de s s ert ." He  r aise d one e yebrow and smiledc ons piratoriallyattheu s eofh is own  t r ivi a . 

A bit shaken,  but morest i rr ed, she ga v e h im  an int riguing  'I'm - interes ted' look .

"The s ur pris e innot knowin g untilthe lasts econd , "he co nti nued."I  ma ke it  mysel f . T he re cipe's  n ot onthe C yb er menu. "

Harry eyed her suspi ciousl y, lo oki ng for cl ues toher guilt  orinnocenceinsom e plo t t o  catc h hi m  a t t h is mo st v u lnerablem om ent . As  he was abo u t torevea l t h e real  Har ry, he felt unpro t ected, exposed —wit h his  pa n ts d ow n—figuratively  sp ea k i ng _._
"S hall we?" H arry sai di n his  mostcharmi ng voic e as he off ered  he r his arm  fo rt he trip  t ot he kit chen .
"Yes.  Why t h e he l l  not?"
-up didn't_seem unusual._It was his usual_dinner with_intimate_talk to_follow._In the past,_he entertained his_dates by showing them_portions of his_vid_collection, but they had seldom been as excited as he was about them. More_often_they were_shocked_that_Harry dared to break the_law by showing them to_someone else._Did Makr know? Of course, He did; Harry_never_saw any of_those dates again. Onward, he pledged to be more_compliant.

He sensed something was different. There_wasn't the usual_tension._There_was sexual tension, yes,_but not the kind of social_tension when people stand back and_ease into a social pairing. So, what_else was different? The instructions for_this date were minimal. Harry_usually watched_a few hours of Makr-approved_vid programs or_talked with_a SensaVision counselor_before having a date for dinner.

Without_the necessary detailed_instructions, Harry was going to have_to_improvise. Odd that_Makr_should_allow an_uncontrolled match-up. He_caught_himself questioning_the_logic of it all. _Go with_it,_be a different Harry—a new and improved_version_, he told himself.__Makr_knows best._

He jumped up_rather quickly from dinner, startling_his guest.

"Surprise!" he said, remembering and_relishing the_act of_saying the archaic word. "I have a surprise for you."

"What's a'sur-prize'?_Is that the word?" she asked,_clueless to what he_was talking_about.

"Inquiring_minds want to_know,"_he said,_and grinned. "A dessert—a special dessert." He_raised one_eyebrow and smiled conspiratorially at the_use of his own_trivia.

A_bit shaken, but more stirred, she_gave him an intriguing 'I'm-interested' look.

"The_surprise in not knowing until_the_last_second," he continued. "I make_it myself. The recipe's not on_the Cyber menu."

Harry_eyed her suspiciously, looking for clues to_her_guilt or innocence in some plot_to_catch him at this most vulnerable_moment._As_he was about to reveal_the real Harry, he felt unprotected,_exposed—with his pants down—figuratively speaking _._

"Shall we?" Harry said_in his most_charming voice as he offered_her_his_arm for the trip to the kitchen.

"Yes. Why the hell_not?"