He was also terminally backward. She was willing to bet he’d never seen a real set of tits in his life, and probably would do anything for the chanc....What have I got to lose at this point? she wondered. “Hey,” she said, causing him to hesitantly look up. As soon as he did, she lifted and squeezed her large breasts together. “I guess you like these, huh?”Young Charlie was beside himself. Not only were his eyes as wide as saucers, his mouth was gaping open as well.“Tell you what... Forget you. After I remove about seventy-five, I see diminishing returns.”“So I could make you into my servant in as little as 200 minutes.”“I would rather you just kill me.”“So why did you stop her from remembering the time before she was a servant?”“It makes them moody if they can remember when they were their own people. It’s easier to deal with the memory inputs than take the time to fine-tune the emotions. They retain all their procedural memories so the loss of memories of past events doesn’t reduce. Once they were settled with the hot soup mugs, Tracy got up the courage to ask Eric why he had left so early. He only shrugged, looking into his soup. A long silence settled between them. It was the most awkward Tracy had ever felt around him, even worse than the time she had found out his old girlfriend was messing around behind his back. It was unbearable and Tracy could sense that Eric was equally uncomfortable. Exasperated, Tracy blurted out, “For crying out loud Eric, what is wrong? You’re. His name is Lars. Everything about him is rugged and granite-like. A bullet head features a face that looks like it’s set in stone, with raspy stubble like vegetation running wild. He speaks good enough English, but with a strong accent. “Of course I want to fuck you,” he says.He looks nowhere near his age, looking like he takes pride in keeping in good shape. I wouldn’t have known he was as old as he is if John hadn’t told me that Lars is about to retire. That’s how John persuaded me to go.