But what kind of signal is this? What is Kate thinking? What am I thinking? I have been so overwhelmed at the events with Christine and Julien, I have...not given any thought at all that Kate might be interested in me. Is she? I now remember her smiles and her teasing references at the obvious erotic escapades upstairs, and I realize that it is possible, she might be interested in me. But I can't be sure yet. Am I interested in her? It takes me a few seconds to admit that I am, and the thought of. Brushing her nipples, thighs, neck, everywhere. His hand is moving the stem almost reflexively. She is on her back, hands behind her hair, one leg raised, open to him. Her only garment, again his shirt, undone. He lies beside her, head propped up on his hand, admiring the view. Their soundtrack, the crepuscular birds, insects and the soft plop of frogs returning to the water. They are talking and laughing about last night with such intimacy, that the farmer who is watching them from the field. ‘You said you are going to pay for all these counseling sessions, so you need to understand my rate fee. You know I have one rate I charge the county, and a separate rate I charge my private clients?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Well I am going to have a new, special premium rate I only charge people who make endless, juvenile jokes about my beloved alma mater. You do know I graduated from the University of Georgia don’t you?’ ‘Oh, shit, I mean crap,’ I stumbled along, ‘Look, Doc, I didn’t know that . . .. Very unsatisfying, don’t you think, Billy?” said Mo with a wink.“Luckily, today, it’s more like, if not for cunt or whatever, then for country,” muttered Billy.“Yeah, well the bots get a little of that too, but they get it in a twisted version. The designers set it up where the girl is about to gift the bot a blowjob or something, and then wham it all comes crashing down. By the time they get exposed to pussy, it becomes a huge embarrassment.”“Wicked, Mo.”“That’s right, Billy, the girls feel.