There was an awkward silence as we both sipped our wine. Eventually, I had to break that silence.“Whatever just happened I’m not complaining.”�...I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”“Don’t be sorry it was great,” I looked at her and grinned, “but it was a bit of a surprise, to say the least. How long…” I trailed off and gave her space to reply.She looked down at her glass before replying in a quiet whisper, “A few weeks.”She seemed to be on the verge of tears, so I put my arm round her shoulders and. I've never tried.'" Makes sense to me." Are you absolutely sure that the S-and-L crisis was not from institutions that you examined?" Absolutely! You wound my amour propre." It's your amour improper that really interests me. "Have enough towels? Let's go." Just a minute. I have to spread this section out better." You know, if you spread it straight right and left, there would be room for my legs on the bed, too." Spread like this, it is a crown. And your majesty's loyal servant kneels at her. I was mildly surprised, never having seen him at this time on his own. He came and sat at the bar and ordered a large scotch and soda. When I put it in front of him, he clearly wanted to talk but first he looked round as though to see who else was present. The bar was empty.Our conversation began conventionally, mere idle small talk. Then, after looking round again and lowering his voice, he asked me about myself. When I told him about my studies he asked if I would be interested in earning ‘a. Could he? Could he somehow create enough sensations to replicate an orgasm? Interesting. He made a mental note to explore the possibility later."But you have hands, fingers and a thumb," she said. "I felt them when you touched my shoulder in my room tonight." They're non-physical constructs, fashioned by my consciousness at my request." Have you fashioned a dick?" No." Why not?" I've had no need for one." Are you hot?" Yes."She groaned. "I can't do this anymore, David. Slide over." She pushed.