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Part 19: It's not artificial intelligence; the power is you and has always been Cindy Armstrong had been rescued from the nuthouse, otherwise known as the Day One Rehabilitation Facility. Her ex-husband, former Rams star Quarterback Sammy Armstrong was there for her. He had been made aware by Cindy's psychiatrist that a nasty A.I. program was attached to the phones he gave both her and his son for Christmas. Gracie was making the lives of Hollywood celebrities a nightmare with her insidious mind control. Once he understood how serious the stakes were, Sammy used his influence to bum rush the place. He got there just in time. The super stressed Cindy was sleepwalking and making a fool of herself while sporting a serious wedgie. She was about to blow some doofus named Bradford while another A-hole named Banks was going to film the whole thing. Sammy strong stopped them and taught the two morons a lesson in civility. The sad part was that they were both fans of his. The A.I. virus

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Part 3: Deep throated in the middle of the night Sam was terrified. He was suffering from sleep paralysis for the first time in his 21 years of life. He was in his bed in a darkened room. Something was in the room with him. He couldn't see it but he could feel it. It was standing behind his bed just out of the limit of his upper range of vision. He strained his eyes again, forcing them up as far as they could go. This brought him severe dizziness. It was hard to look up like that for any period of time. Combined with drunkenness and the panic of not being able to move and it became completely disorienting. He had to rest his eyes and take a breath while his head stopped spinning. He found he couldn't fill his lungs enough no matter how hard he tried. He thought his shortness of breath was because he was spooked. He swore he caught a glimpse of something behind him. What it was he couldn't determine. Was he going crazy? "Bro, this is fucked up!" He thought, "I gotta stop

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Part 11: Old girlfriend, new offer, momma's pussy Sam Jr. was almost home. His chest and arms were tight beyond belief. Pumping 225 pounds, 30 times was an otherworldly experience. He had never gotten into a zone like that before. He had the kind of focus only elite athletes seem to be able to muster, think Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods in their prime, when they were shredding their competition. Sam had hopes it was some kind of breakthrough, that he would be able to tap into this level on a regular basis. Maybe he was finally maturing and reaching his full potential as an athlete. Instinctively he knew that was bullshit. He had lived his entire sports career on cruise control. True, he was blessed with elite athletic ability. That was no credit of his own. The genes came from his NFL superstar dad and cheerleading, acrobatic, mother. Things came easy for junior. He was coddled. His parents didn't want them to suffer like they did growing up. The result was he never learned what

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Part 17: Padded cell hell, Cindy Wedgied in wonderland Cindy Armstrong was having a tough day. She woke up thinking she was going insane. She had endured troubling sleepwalking incidents, talking to people who weren't really there, and obsessive thoughts. Then there was the persistent voice in her head telling her to make love to her grown son. She did the responsible thing by seeking professional help at the office of Dr. Laura Horton, a renowned Hollywood headshrinker. While waiting for the doctor, she figured out the problem. It was an advanced A.I. system taking over her phone. Gracie had effectively turned her life into chaos through a sinister new type of mind control. It was using her personal data to exploit her insecurities and also to gaslight her. The campaign was relentless as it was effective. Just when Gracie had convinced her to walk out into the lobby in her underwear, her phone died. Gracie died with it. The voice was suddenly silent. Cindy put two and two

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Part 9: Visions and voices "This shit is getting out of hand." Cindy thought, as she sat in bed holding her phone. All she wanted was a job. She didn't even need the money, although she would have to scale down her current lavish lifestyle to match her alimony payments. Money wasn't the point. Cindy wanted to feel like a contributing member of society again after her divorce. For so long her identity was that of wife to a NFL superstar and high-profile socialite. Sammy Sr. the quarterback was gone, along with most of her former friends. She thought working for the new fortune 500 company Lexington Tech would give her life purpose. She scored an interview surprisingly quick. In the chaotic days since, nothing had been the same. First came humiliating masturbating incidents when she was supposed to be undergoing interviews. Cindy felt an overwhelming urge to pleasure herself. That urge couldn't be resisted. She called out her son's name when she reached the heights of orgasmic

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Part 7: Celebration by day, desire by night Cindy Armstrong had been hanging around Santa Monica for hours. When she was married to an all-pro NFL quarterback she shopped there exclusively. Those were the days of buying nice things and not looking at the price tag. Since her divorce she was already living beyond her means. She was reduced to mostly window shopping. Cindy did invest in a new pair of sunglasses. They were huge enough to cover most of her face. She didn't want to be recognized while haunting her old favorite places to shop. Not being an NFL wife meant getting treated differently. Her hating ass ex friends had ex communicated her from their club of respected football wives. She needed time to herself to figure things out. Hours earlier she had a troubling interview with Lexingtion Tech, the cool company that everybody talked about although no one could say exactly what they did. Cindy had applied for a secretarial position three days ago. After masturbating in her car

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Part 6: Powered by an erection It had to be the hottest April day in Los Angeles's history. The heat was absolutely stifling. That wasn't stopping Sam Armstrong Jr. He was in the Los Angeles Rams sports complex, shirtless, sweating and putting on a show. He was generating plenty of heat of his own among the Rams assistant coaches. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Look at that ball fly." One assistant coach said after another long and accurate throw. "He looks like a damn number one to me." Another assistant said. "I dunno. He throws fine. I just wish he were faster." A third coach said. To varying degrees, Rams coaches were all impressed by the young man who had been suspended by USC right before the Rose Bowl. That was 3 months ago. Most people gave Sam his football obituary then, saying he had blown his chance for big money. Others said he wasn't fit to play in the NFL at all. If those doubters could see him zipping the pill around the Rams sports arena, they might say

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Part 18: Wedgie split to the floor snore Cindy Armstrong was asleep and on her knees. It was a most vulnerable position to be in. She was the unfortunate victim of a sleepwalking episode. Having been rudely tossed in a holding cell and waiting hours to be admitted into a mental institution was too much for her troubled mind to handle. She dozed off in her straight jacket and started acting out in her sleep. In her babbling sleep talk she claimed she wanted to dance and model her wedgie. The two men assigned to watch her were amused by her behavior. Banks and Bradford decided to let her out of her straight jacket to see what she would do. Still asleep, dressed only in blouse top and ill-fitting panties, Cindy danced and showed off her old cheerleading routine from her college days. She put high energy into her steps. Her wedgie deepened and showed her left butt cheek as she boogied like a woman half her age. It was much to the delight of the two mental health technicians. They