As soon as Jack entered his room, he realized he had a problem. He didn't know where Miranda lived and had no easy way of finding her in a snapshot.
Hoping that Jeeves could help, Jack summoned him. He had stopped thinking about it as activating and deactivating Jeeves, and begun thinking about it as summoning and dismissing.
"Jeeves," he said, "you said earlier that you have the same level of access to Genesis Heart as I do, and the same permissions. So, if I wanted to find someone inside a snapshot, would you be able to help?"
A fire of urgent craving was storming through him and he really didn't want to spend hours searching for Miranda. He hoped Jeeves could speed up the process.
"Yes, sir, that is something I can assist you with. If you grant me access to your memories of the person you seek, it would greatly accelerate the process."
"Wait, you can read my mind?" He wasn't sure if the possibility bothered him or not.
"No, sir. Not normally. I can only do so if you wish it, and only to the degree that you allow."
Feeling relieved that Jeeves could not normally access his thoughts, he realized that the possibility had bothered him, at least a little. He created a new snapshot and summed the sphere to his room.
Then to Jeeves, he said, "Okay. I'm thinking of a person named Miranda Martel. You may access my memories of Miranda, but nothing else."
"Understood, sir."
As soon as Jeeves spoke, Jack felt a strange sensation wash through his mind and all his memories of Miranda briefly floated to the surface of his thoughts. Each memory was of a time when he had seen or interacted with her, and the clarity of each memory surprised at him. Details that he had never noticed before, or had simply forgotten, became clear, and his perspective of each memory was subtly shifted so that it felt more like he was watching each scene as an observer instead of re-experiencing them.
At first, Miranda had approached him to ask questions about assignments, or to get his opinion on something she wrote. During those early encounters, she didn't touch him or act flirty, but with each new encounter, she grew bolder, soon caressing his arm or touching his hand. She never strayed from class topics, but her touches left him hoping for more. One day, she came up behind him while he was sitting at his desk and leaned over him, caressing his chest with her hands while pressing her breasts against the back of his head. Then she begged him to help her write a paper. The rush of sensation her close contact stimulated had clouded his mind, and he had mindlessly agreed to help. He had also reached up to touch her arms while she was caressing his chest. At the time, he hadn't noticed, but now, with his memory refreshed, he did notice that she had jerked her hands away from him the moment he touched her.
She had approached him two more times, asking him to help her write a paper. The second time he had also agreed, reluctantly, finally beginning to look past his lust and desperation and seeing the truth of the situation, but not yet ready to really accept the truth of her manipulation. When she approached him the third time, the moment her hands touched his chest, he snapped his hands up and press her hands against his chest. When he did this, she jerked her hands away from him forcefully, like she'd been scalded by fire. Her violent reaction to his touch was enough to finally break the remanent of his delusion and admit to himself that she was just using him.
As soon as his memories of Miranda stopped flashing through his mind, the view of earth from space inside the snapshot sphere began shifting rapidly until it settled on a view of a girl sleeping in her bed. She had her bed covers pulled up to her chin so all he could see was her loose auburn hair, lightly tanned skin and button nose.
He mentally selected her, triggered the creation of a sapient template, then immediately summoned in instance.
When a sapient template was created, whatever the person was wearing at the time would be included in the template. Their physical state at the time the template was created was also the person's default state when an instance was created. So, when Jack "summoned" Miranda, she appeared lying on his bed, dressed only in a satin camisole and shorts, and much to his surprise, she had a stuffed toy rabbit clutched between her honeydew melon sized breasts.
How cute, he thought on seeing the rabbit. Then, as she remained asleep, he gazed hungrily at her luscious figure, appreciating her narrow waist, plump ass, and soft thighs.
From his experience with Gefen, he had learned that his ability to alter a sapient template instance went beyond just simple loyalty or obedience. He had learned that there were two kinds of obedience he could instill. The first was subconscious obedience, where the person would act as if they were unaltered until Jack gave them a command, then they would subconsciously obey the command, not consciously understanding why they were obeying. The second was conscious obedience, where the person's values would be altered such that they would consciously want to obey Jack, doing what he said while believing that was what they wanted to do. He also learned that he could alter a person so that they could not harm him. He could alter them so they could still think about, and threaten to harm him, but could not actually act on their desire, or he could alter them so they could not even consider harming him.
He had a deep desire to "tame" her, to see her acting according to his commands, but without her understanding why she acted that way. So, he altered her so she could not harm him, but could still think about it, and so that she would subconsciously obey him.
Preparations complete, he climbed onto the bed next to her, reached out, and placed his hand on her thigh. Instead of waking, she took a deeper breath and shifted slightly. He caressed her thigh, appreciating the contrast between Miranda's soft, slightly fleshy thigh and Madison's toned, athletic thighs.
He slowly slid his hand up her thigh until it encountered her shorts. The fabric was pulled tight over her plump ass and flared slightly around her thighs. His hand continued upward, lifting over the opening of her shorts, and then landed on the smooth surface of her butt.
When he dug his fingers into her soft flesh, she took a deep breath and shifted, rolling onto her back. Sensing that she was waking up, he leaned over her and watched as she opened her eyes.
She blinked a few times and smacked her lips, then said sleepily, "Wha'?"
Then her eyes widened, and she said, "What? Who are you? How did you get into my room?"
There was surprise and some concern in her tone, but no fear. He had expected her to scream in fear or yell for help or some other there-is-a-strange-man-in-my-bedroom type of reaction. Maybe being his template some affected how she perceived him?
She looked around the room in confusion and asked, "Where? How did I?"
Then she peered up at his face and said, "Jack? You're Jack, right? I remember you from AP English."
He nodded, unaccountably pleased that she recognized and remembered him.
With a trembling voice, she asked, "Why are you here? What are you going to do to me?"
"You made a lot of promises to me and now it's time to make good on those promises."
As he spoke, he reached out with his right hand and placed it on her side, just below her breast, feeling the smooth texture of her satin camisole under his fingers, and the warmth of her body on his palm.
"What...What are you doing?" she asked.
Ignoring her question, he slid his hand up towards her breast. The satin fabric of her camisole slid across her skin and under his palm, and as his hand pressed against her chest under her heavy breast, the material pulled up, revealing her belly button, and pulled down across her breast until he could see the top of her areola peeking out from under her top.
"Hey! Stop that! What are you doing?" she complained.
"You touched my chest, so I see no reason why I shouldn't touch your chest," he replied.
Then he pressed his hand under her breast, pushing it up, feeling his hand sink into her soft, heavy flesh. It felt like trying to grab a balloon filled with warm jello.
"That's not... I didn't do that because-" she said weakly, while squirming under his touch.
"No, you didn't. You promised so much, yet had no intention of ever delivering on your promises. That's what a cock tease is, right? Promise intimacy with their body, but never deliver? You made promises, and now you're gonna keep those promises."
"I didn't make any promises," she said more boldly. "You were just a stupid, horny boy. I was just being friendly, and you misinterpreted."
"You're lying," he said, bluntly, then commanded, "From now on, you will only speak the truth. Now tell me, did you, or did you not, use touch and tone to imply that you wanted to have sex with me, with no intention of actually delivering, all so you could manipulate me into doing what you wanted?"
"Yes, I did," she replied. "You and the other boys were so desperate, you would do anything for just the smallest hope that I might put out. You made it easy."
As soon as she finished speaking, she clapped her hand over her mouth. "What? Why did I?" she mumbled through her fingers.
I knew it! From her own mouth, she confessed. He stood up and commanded, "Get up."