When I managed to get the job at Gardener Bros, I couldn't believe my luck. Mr. Pritchard had conducted the interviews and one of the beauty queens ha... applied also.When I'd heard that I thought, "Oh well there goes that job" even after the interviews she was just so confident she was going to get the job. It felt good to see her taken down a peg or so. "Huh... I didn't want the job anyhow... you're never going to get anywhere with it" she declared.To me it did not matter, I'd socked it to her. Her legs felt so smooth under her nylons then Mary took my hand and slid it up on to the top of her leg.She squeezed my hand in to the naked fleshy bit of her inner thigh spilling out over her stocking top then up and on to her hairy bush. Her cunt was wet and my finger soon found its way in.Mary stood there holding her skirt up and legs wide apart getting pleasured and moaning softly, her hand squeezing mine tighter against her fanny. I looked up as Mary looked down and she started to remove. The technician quickly nodded. "Of course, sir. The cavern has nearly been fully dug out, and the clone storage system is online. We'll take you to the main control room immediately, so that you can begin the production of the organ replacement units. There is something that we did want to ask you though: what do you want to officially label the organ replacement units? Most people seem to be calling them clones; others are calling them replicas... just for the record."Par-al rubbed the bridge. "Well the assignment, if it works, will only be about three months. If it were me I would just pay the rent on it before I left and leave it empty." Simpson said."You know cops live month to month," I said. "I don't have three months rent to spare." Tell me how much you need and I'll get them to advance it to you. I really do want you going in pretty near broke. It always plays better that way."That's how I happened to disappear from the Warren Country Sheriff's department and wind up in.