(The instant folder was a miniscule part of the download from the Décor construct. Décor had no idea of its contents, either; he had just been the c...binet in which the folder had been filed. The code to activate and transform the DNA / RNA 'puters from being blunt instruments into complex constructs (sapient?) had also been stored in Décor's memory and its download had transformed Derrin from a mere navigational calculator to an aware 'puter construct. The transformation had not taken overnight. "I'll talk to my mother. We'll figure it out. How about I buy a couple carafes?"The little whore and I stayed long enough to drink a glass of the rosé I bought. I bought the sketchpad from its owner. The charcoal was free. We headed home. Except for a blow job so she could sketch my erection we didn't make love. I modeled nude. She sketched. We talked. I told her about the City and my artist friends and the high school for artists in Harlem. We cuddled and slept. My mother arrived around. Mom was moaning and I could hear King breathing."Ok baby time to do it!" He said"I'm not sure it will fit King!" My mom said"Come on bitch you said you would take it in the ass this time!" He saidMom started to mount him again but he stopped her."Not like that you know he wants to see your face when get in the ass!" He said"I know." Mom said as she turned to face the cameraKing positioned the cock against my mom's well lubed asshole. He held her hips and pulled her down. I could see his cock. Dickens spoke up. ‘I hope you’re not asking the estate to pay for your business expense.’ ‘My family includes my father, whose interest in the estate is the reason I’m here. He’s asked that I keep him advised as to the decisions that are made here. But with respect to my business, you are correct, Ms. Dickens. I’ll have the telephone connected at my expense,’ I said, already planning to keep the phone number a secret. If it was to be my line, I was going to make sure that none of the others.