Why do you think I had you clean all this? Tell me!”I suddenly had no answer. A second ago I would have said. Because he didn’t like me, or becaus... the place needed it, but now I did not know.He suddenly grinned again. “Yes the place needed it, badly so and I am actually thankful for you doing all this work, spending a considerable amount of your own money on cleaning supplies, vodka and all the other stuff. It cooled you down Eric. This mindless labor put some distance to your anger and it. Soon she placed a hand on mine, so stopped and rose again, kissing her deep like we're on our honeymoon already."Alright.. lemme work for you baby, I wanna show my love for what you've been doin'." I sit up right, and off go my pants and boxers, her beautiful body sat on the ground in front of me as she works my dick with her tongue.. she certainly was a professional at this.. I nearly came so many time in her mouth but she knew exactly when to slow down.I was on the edge of my seat the entire. "Well, we have our cosmologist." I said as we were driving out of San Francisco, headed back to Obsidian Research. "You're going to love Porter's mind too!" This recruiting scheme was an interesting approach. Can we afford to keep using it in order to get the scientific staff we've been wanting?" Blossom, the way the fuel cell is making us money, we could afford to spend that much out of our own pocket every day and our financial guys wouldn't blink an eye. This is Obsidian Research funds were. So far, the 24-year generation gap hadn’t seemed like too big an obstacle.I decided to try meditation to help me get to sleep, like I’d learned in Okinawa. As I brought my attention to my breath and began counting, I felt myself relaxing and becoming drowsy. I was just about under when I felt a slim arm stealing around my chest and, shortly thereafter, a warm little body pressed against my back.“Sweet,” I thought, and drifted off.I awoke the next morning with a raging piss hard and a slim leg.