“Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Nina, her rabbithood forgotten. XXX At the end of the first “Mittens,” and at the beginning and end of subsequent books, Nina and I paste in a chatlog where we talk about the book and show you where we are in life right now. “You know what the button does. Also, I’m going to have to come up with more varied and inventive punishments for Nina. She said herself that it was based on an experimental weapon! “It used to be,” she said, very quietly. Samantha drew back. “No, it’s better than that. Samantha: Should we first explain about this chatlog, before people think that the whole thing’s just a copy-paste of someone’s cybersex session? Didn’t think it was worth mentioning, given the situation.” She turned the heart over and over in her hands.
