She knew all about the biology, of course—the imperative to reproduce. She had all the knowledge of the Internet at her disposal, including Wikipedia, medical encyclopedias, and all pr0n ever. She could have made a gynecologist blush.

What she didn’t understand was why they were doing it in virtual reality, where there could be no biological imperative. There was so much information out there for the taking; why would they waste their time in this way? She had to find out.

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Martin finally had Jessie alone in a private room of his VRMUD . And she was responding better than he’d hoped. After all, it was “only VR sex,” even if it sure felt real to him. Martin once again mentally thanked whoever it was that had come up with this new virtual reality network. There was no safer sex possible than when the participants were twenty miles apart.

But just as he was unzipping her virtual dress, a woman with flaming red hair, fox ears, and tail appeared next to them. “Are you going to have sex?” she asked brightly.