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May 30, 5:05 pm, London, England
I leaned back against the headboard, frowning. A woman moaned beside me, whimpering, but she fell silent with a wave of my hand.
That was one thing I hadn't expected. I had thought that since I didn't need food or sleep anymore, I probably wouldn't need the comfort of the fairer sex either. Turns out I could still feel things pretty strongly. Not that I was complaining, but it did make me realize that maybe this was more of a very desperate want instead of a need. Who knew?
In any case, thinking about...her...had started up my appetite. I had come back from the US in order to better sate my desires. But I also didn't want to miss out on anything.
Thus, I decided to crack one of the few time-slowing devices I had manufactured in order to properly get things done. This one basically sped up time in my room, so I could have an hour of fun here while a minute passed in the outside world.