He sat up on the floor, feeling like the victim of a hit-and-run. There was no way he was gonna get his thoughts around weirdness like this at 2am, he...thought. No fucking way. He turned on the light, and walked back to the armoire, the left side door still open. The smell of sex was strong inside, making his dick hard again. And there, on the cabinet floor, a large puddle had formed. He touched it with his fingers, and it felt warm and sticky. Daryl brought his fingers to his nose and confirmed. One that reported to Io, first, and then to Shanghai. Whenever the programmers at Chaing-central modified the program, the changes were to a disk-version. The disk version would be loaded into memory, but never activated.Io would spend the next week and a half looking closely at the code of Chaing. Do you have any idea how much time that is for a machine that thinks a pico-second is a long time? A pico-second is 1,000,000,000,000th of a second – one trillionth of a second.Chaing was built to. Glancing out the window to make sure no other cars were close, he set the cruise control with one hand and flipped up her skirt with the other. Before long he had thrust a finger into her.She gasped at the pleasurable intrusion. She bucked a little against his hand, begging for more."Pretty risqué situation." Goddammit… mmmm…" Her retort was lost as he simultaneously inserted another finger into her wet pussy and pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. That damn smirk was back too. All too. "Leaky faucet, hole in the roof, plumbing, wiring, painting, you name it. He's not an Arnold in looks, but I've seen him horse an old water heater full of scale into the back of his truck without turning a hair -- and those things gotta weigh upwards of three hundred pounds. Surely you've got some fix-up you'd like to do around your place." Hmm ... well, the dining room looks like it used to be a kid's playroom -- crayon marks, a few dents, picture-hanger holes, stuff like that. Ana said it.