He wasrather short and a little round. But even at this distance, across the lengthof the church, there was something I could sense that I liked about...him.Perhaps it was his posture. He was a heavy man, but he carried himself erect.His posture spoke to me of a confident man, one who I sensed the woman I wasnow could be attracted to.He had on plain black slacks with a plaid dress shirt. His rear was wide andround and I supposed that even as a young man he must have been quite heavy.His hair was. He was apparently checking himself out in the floor-length mirror on the closet door. I watched him walk back and forth, stopping occasionally and posing with one hand on his hip, them turning to get a good view of his ass in the tight shorts. After a minute, he slid one hand down the back of his shorts, and ran his finger along the line of the ass crack. He ran his other hand across the front of the tank top and the twin little bumps there. He actually looked pretty good, and I was starting to. . uh ... slag ... gets extruded with it. How long would it take to replicate a replicator of the correct size?"Talk about not seeing the forest! The tree just bit me on the ass! Why didn't I try to replicate extra replicators to boost production? Hell, why didn't anyone else handling this job think of it?I consulted "my" AI and got a reassuring answer of "Approximately six hours and seventeen minutes." So", Holly spoke again, "Why don't you make just one of them to start and then tell one of. It's dirty. It'sfilthy. And what if he farts? Or has an involuntary... deposit? On myfinger! What of the filth that will accumulate under my fingernail? Thesmell? All the while he lays on his stomach, relaxing, as I am supposedto slowly stroke his cock!What's in it for me?"You're a pathetic man," I snapped at him."Your pathetic man," he cheerily replied.I rolled my eyes, told him that I'd think about if he would shut upabout it, and stormed off to the bedroom. I slammed the door.A few days.