“Out of?”

Amy snickers at my snarky question, but I roll my shoulders and turn up my hands. “Hey, it's a valid question!”

“Seven,” she tells me, smugly, which comes as a mild shock. Mostly because I only knew about four of them, but it makes me wonder if I am one of seven or, now, or if I am number eight. I decide it doesn't matter, and simply kiss Amy's crown.

“Thank you, then, for the compliment, Amy,” I smile up at her, then lean back when her hands leave my hair, propping myself up on my hands. “That was fun.” I can see her cock softening, which means my parents have far more endurance.

Hardly a shock, Amy and I are only just recently two decades old. My parents have more sexual experience than the total number of years we've been alive. Amy just smiles, tucking herself back into her shorts, swiftly zipping and buttoning up.

“It really was. Thank you for coming over to let me check on your reprogramming,” Amy replies, “So how are things over at your place? Anything new, other than what you mentioned, already?” I nod a little bit in response as she sits beside me.

“Yea. Parents decided I shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes in the house,” I answer, “So, mandatory nudity rule for fags.” Given we live in a somewhat mild area, I don't feel too concerned about it. Amy, on the other hand, hums, thoughtfully.

“Hope it doesn't get too cold, this winter,” she muses, but I quickly shake my head.

“Mom and Dad don't consider the garage to be part of the house, technically,” I tell her, “but the garage is heated. So, I will be able to get dressed in the garage during winter. Or in my car, I guess, since, you know. I can still drive and everything.”

“Ooh, that's true,” Amy nods, breathing a sigh of relief, “I'd have felt very bad if you literally froze your balls off because of me reprogramming you. I mean, of course, I plan to deprogram you before winter, cause, this is only for a week, after all.”

“Well, unless you ask me for a more permanent reprogramming, after I've deprogrammed you,” she says, “I won't make it permanent unless you ask, though, and I would prefer to deprogram you first, so your mind is totally clear, to self-assess.”

“I won't erase your memory, again, so when I deprogram you, you'll remember all of this,” she assures me, and I smile as she puts her arms around me and hugs me tight, dragging me into her embrace. I rest my head on her shoulder, and smile.

“I love you, too,” I murmur in her ear, and she squeezes me tighter, then lets me go.

“So do you have any plans for today or do we get to hang out together for the whole day?” she asks.

“Nope, no plans,” I answer, “So we can hang out for as long as you like, or until something comes up. What do you have in mind?” Amy has always been the sort to not ask a question without having an idea what she wants if I answer favourably.

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