‘It’s nice to see you again. How can I be of service today?’ ‘What would it take to keep you in business?’ I asked, getting right to the poi...t. His ready answer told me he’d thought this through very thoroughly. ‘A 50% increase in the milk supply plus some pressure off my debts.’ Looking at Edith and smiling, I turned back to him. ‘If we could come up with a plan which would guarantee at least that much milk, maybe more, and get the Union to release the burden of the benefits increase, would. Actually it’s more like 400. You just can’t see them all in the dark, filthy shadows of the old bowling alley converted into a whore house/strip joint.Lucky for you the place was partitioned off to provide rooms for the prostitutes to ply their trade. Otherwise there’d be many more men. Too many.You were already told what to do. Go to the dance pit, shake your ass and (ugh!) MASTURBATE for the sick degenerates.The Pit is actually a small, raised platform with a sloping floor surrounding it. It. I clamber onto daddy's lap straddling him one leg either side of his waist my arms wrapped around him and my head resting on his broad chest. He places his hands on my back and slowly slides them down to rest just below my butt cheeks."Daddy! That's naughty, you're not allowed to touch me there" Daddy raises an eyebrow "oh really? Do you not like it when daddy touches your little butt ?" I squirm and blush, shrugging my shoulders.I push my butt down into his lap and feel something press against. As she lay Ricochet in, she turned to the computer "Clockworkemployee override: Susan Gertzman."The computer screens came to life with maps and diagrams. A red happyface smiled idly in the center screen. Susan turned back to the chargingpod. Ricochet's body opened up in metallic pieces and Annie slowly gotout, still wiping tears from her eyes. Susan then took the pin from thecharging pod. Just like with every other hero, Ricochet's pin was hislogo: a red hourglass-shaped polygon with white.