Brat came into the kitchen, turned me away from her mother and then she put her finger under my nose. God she smelled good. Then that little brat rubb...d my cock until I had to push her hand away and adjust it in my pants. My sister heard the commotion and turned around asking what the problem was.Brat said, “I saw a bugger in his nose and was trying to get it out.”Connie said, “Don’t let her do that, you never know where her fingers have been.”I laughed and said, “Who cares where they have. We’ll go with our usual pizza place. Any change to the order we usually get?”“Nah, that’s fine with me,” Mason said. “We should probably get our drinks in cans or small bottles instead of two liter bottles, though. We don’t have any cups.”Everyone was fine with pizza, so Ben took out his phone and began ordering online. “19:00 pickup time should be fine, right? That’ll give us almost an hour to finish off this level before we take the waygate back to the surface.”“How about making it 18:45,” I. They ran out of meatballs. The soda fountains wouldn't mix the Diet Pepsi syrup with the water and CO2. One of the gas ovens wouldn't light. Mr. Murphy paid one hell of a visit.Through it all, Alan and Marissa remained calm and everything got fixed (they hoped).This was the night of their grand opening. They received a fair amount of buzz in the local press and there was a good crowd in addition to the people who had received special invitations.Alan was running around nervously, checking on. There would never be a problem with having enough food, water, or clothes because Replicator could take care of all of those needs.We went into the brothel at mid-morning, and we found the cleaning crew hard at work. Most of the male employees were sleeping off the previous night’s work except for a few guards who were wandering around. Their job was mostly to see that none of the child sex-slaves escaped. I shot with the sleep gun any one we spotted whether or not that person was sleeping so.