I watched intensively as he played about in the pool with what I assume were his family, splashing around and laughing through his sexy smile. He was ...he type of guy who you could tell from his appearance that he loved working out and loved showing it off even more. Since the first day on the holiday id only ever seen him wear tight pants as he walked around and out of the hotel (This definitely showed off the size of his package!).Id caught his eye a few times when I didn’t have my shades on. “He’s gotta be pretty well off, Carrie, the clothes he bought us, the minivan, the upgrade he paid to put them into an apartment, he had to have spent a minimum of thirty to forty grand, not counting his committment to pay for his extended care.”“At least. It’s not the money that makes me want to grab on to him, but it’s a really nice side benefit.”“So then. Declaring your intentions? You could do a lot worse. Just be careful, Carrie. Remember our days are numbered. Don’t let him break your. Well, not all of her of course: just the head and shoulders. The rest of her was scattered in fragments across the living room, now so evidently the dismembered remains of an android rather than a human. It wasn’t blood but a strangely viscous black liquid that seeped out of her mouth, from the stumps of her arms and from a torso that was sliced apart just below her bosom, or at least the single breast that remained intact. It was obvious now. Colonel Vashti hadn’t lied. Beatrice had been an. “Aren’t you sleeping in the nude?” I asked.Jen’s eyes opened wide and she looked shocked.“No, I’m not! Jen shouted, “And please don’t try to touch me during the night. We can hug and kiss but nothing sexual.”“We’re not going to fuck?” I asked as I slid in the bed.“No, no,” Jen replied, “You are my cuckold husband. Your cock is going nowhere near my pussy; your job is to clean me after my lover has cum inside me.”“Will you sleep topless then?” I asked.“No Trevor.”“I need to cum though Jen,” I.