I thought that it was about time that I revisited the world of the Belt... Of The Future.

LF: Belt... Of The Future!The alarm sounded for the third time and I finally decided to get up - it's nice to have a day off work, but that's no excuse to waste it in bed. The curtains had opened themselves when the alarm had sounded the first time, and sunlight was already streaming into our bedroom of the future. In fact, our whole house was 'of the future' - my boyfriend Gary worked for a large multinational company that specialised in such things, and we got to try out some of the prototypes.
Most of the house was automated - the lights, the curtains, the doors. And the fridge regularly ordered more milk from the local supermarket whenever it was running low. I had a shower, pulled my hair into a ponytail and then headed downstairs in a bathrobe to have breakfast - it was as I turned to enter the kitchen when I noticed an interesting package in the middle of the living room floor. It was about the size of a shoebox and bound in tape, and bore my name. I grabbed it and my boyfriend's penknife and took them t LF: Belt 2The alarm sounded for the third time and I finally decided to get up - I had taken another day off work to play with the futuristic fetish prototype belt that my boyfriend, Gary, had left me yesterday. Last night, we had attended a party and I'd had the time of my life - I'm not normally a brave-enough person to wear daring outfits, but going to a party in a skintight purple latex catsuit generated by the technologically-marvellous belt was too tempting to resist. Especially since the belt was under the voice-control of Gary, and at any moment he could have said Belt Modify Flash or something similar to instantly cause me much embarrassment. Luckily, he only used such commands in the car going to and from the party...
The curtains had already opened themselves, and the sunlight streaming into the bedroom was making me blink. I decided to get up, have a shower, pull my hair into a ponytail and head downstairs for breakfast. There was a typed note waiting for me on the breakfast table:
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I'm not sure if I like it, though! I think it's got a bit too much action (and the rollerskates are a little bit too Inspector Gadget) and not enough sexiness... but, still, I have left it open for a sexy sequel...