" Why the fuck not?"Tyler closed his eyes and shook his head. "It's complicated."Ben put his hands on his hips, looking like he was just barely keepin...himself together. Tyler's last words were true: it was complicated. Butit was also very simple - Tyler needed to leave in order to deliver thepuller to Dennis, and he needed Jackson to order her nanobots to returnhis old body and his old life. That was the end of the story. And Tylerneeded to hurry up and leave, before the hormones in his. I thought that would be the last I saw of her unless I caught her at breakfast, I took my key card and went off to my room. My body was saying go to bed, but I knew I had to avoid it for a while, so I took a shower and thought about wanking myself off, thinking about cumming in that soft, welcoming cleavage, but thought it better to wait, those thoughts might help me get to sleep later on! I went down to the bar ordered a beer and a sandwich, relaxed a bit and chatted with the barman. Ordered. For a moment she wondered how it would feel to lie in those ginger arms, maybe counting all those freckles. It could take a lifetime to count them all. Thinking that, made her wonder if they covered his ENTIRE body. She nearly gave herself away by giggliing. She pushed the thought away, reminding herself of the price of ‘comforting arms.’ ‘I’m fine John. It is John, isn’t it. I mean gingerman? His smile was quite enchanting as he replied,’ I see you are exploring? Let me look at you, he said. I got directed to the sofa in the tv room and she turned on a music channel. She brought some glasses and filled them with beer. We drank and chatted and she got more relaxed (and drunk) and sneaked a couple of peeks at my crotch. The music channel switched on to some late night rnb club music and she got up saying ‘Mmm i really like this tune!’ and started to dance. She had a sense of rhythm and could really shake what she got. She insisted that I should join and we danced sarcastically.