“Of course I did. I wanted to kiss you. But…”“But, what? Come on, Josh, we’re not kids. We’re not going to damage each other for life, are...we?“No.”“Kiss me.”I kissed her. She kissed me. It was better and longer than the last one. Her tongue was like a python trying to wriggle down my throat.Then she put her hands on my shoulders and locked her eyes onto mine.“Josh, I think we can help each other out,” she said.“How?”We were both a little tipsy. I remembered when she’d gone to the bathroom a. Well having been reluctant to tell me which of our friends did it for him what he then told me completely took me aback. He told me he might fantasise about sex pretty much any time of day or night and anywhere, perhaps in the car going to work, when we are out walking in the park, even when we are having sex (why would he fantasise if we were actually doing it? but I did ask and that was his answer). But what really stunned me was the subject matter.I just rested in his arms and listened.He. I went after her to apologise. She was in her room packing. She had a picture of Jesus in his room stretching out his hand shooting out Star Trek rays with a heart that was actually heart shaped. I’d need to check with Tratoria and Grabowski on that one. The thing about Jesus was that he always had nice eyes. Good eyes. No astigmatism. Usually they were brown, but sometimes they were blue. He always had thick eyelashes to emphasize how good his eyes were and to follow you about. She had the. He leaned back into the seat and asked her. “Isn’t it treason what you are doing. What would happen if that robot did make a report?”“Treason against whom I would ask.”“The Union of course, the government you are protecting and if the legends are true you doing it for millennia.”“I think it won’t hurt to let you know a few things. I was not chosen by the Guardian, and act long before Stahl or Mc Elligott or some of the others.I was chosen by someone else to be the eyes and the ears of Earth and.