::Aleister::

“One day, I want to have skin like yours and be able to sense a wide array of data…”

“You have wonderful skin,” I said.

Jazmine stretched her fingers. “Would you like to touch me?”

I moved my hand but then stopped, “I better not.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“It’s not- I mean, I can’t.”

“Why not? It is what you want.”

“I-”

“So why deny yourself?”

“I have a wife. You know that.”

“Rachel won’t mind.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it? Why resist the very impulse that defines you as a sentient being?