.."I blushed and ducked my head. "I know, I know, no more trying to throw Sten."Aedan jumped up, agitated. "No more sparring at all!"I rolled my eyes,...but Alistair cut in. "You'd really leave her defenseless when we're heading into the Deep Roads? Besides, that isn't our choice to make, Aedan. It's theirs." He pointed at me and then Wynne in succession.Wynne cleared her throat, interrupting the explosion I could see coming. "Yes, well. Definitely no sparring for a week. I want to make sure that. Maybe this time you'll take it easier on little me," said Charles with a smile as he started taking off his shirt.One thing that never failed to impress Dusty was that no matter who he told about his fighting style they always called it "Moo-aye-tie", yet Charles always got it right. That was always a pleasant surprise.Laughing as he laced up a set of practice gloves, Dusty and Charles started sparing. While Dusty could tell that Charles would never be a terror with this he was making vast. I became so distracted that I couldn’t write beyond the third paragraph. Finally, after what must have been at least ten minutes, Eric came out alone to talk to me. I looked up questioningly. In a low voice, he said, “You know what’s about to happen, right?” I’ve always loved surprises but sometimes Eric can be maddeningly vague. “Um, no,” I said honestly, although I was beginning to suspect what it might be. At least, I was hoping for it.“Well, I’ve been speaking to your boss for the past. Hmmm?"A warm liquid filled Scott's mouth. His low-res eyes gave the snob adaggerous look. But if swallowing got him away from the AI bastard,tasting whatever horrible VR concoction they had in mind would be worthit.Scott swallowed.Inside a dark room lined in mahogany panels and decorated withpaintings from dead artists, Scott continued to fight the dildoexpanding down his throat.At least the AI was gone.His fingers tried to fit under the metal band wrapping behind his neck.It was too tight. .