”Kill a chicken? What the hell was that about? The button she could do. The chicken? She wasn’t too sure about that.“Okay, show me.”“Valenci...! Don’t!” Ex suddenly came back to life. “Don’t do it! We’ll lose the war if you do!”“Don’t pay any attention to her,” the man-creature said. “She’s a little mixed up. You know how fairies are.”“What is this button then?” said Valencia.“It’s just a button that starts a train up. That’s all.” he said, soothingly. “We need someone who can see into both. ’ I kissed her again, easing my tongue into her mouth and caressing hers, my hands were stroking her face, her hair, her neck, my fingers barely touched her but her reaction was more intense than the last time. She held me close, her hands not straying from my neck, the noise that I could hardly hear was not the frantic aah, aah, or huh, huh, as before but a contented ‘Mmmmm,’ My fingers began their slow journey down her body, still barely touching her, little shudders of pleasure followed. This was a disgustingly drab and featureless couple of walls, and we walked the length, about 95 m with no change in what we could see. We came to a lower wall that we could see over, and there we spotted several machines that we assumed to be maintenance robots. To one side was a doorway with a sign that proclaimed this to be the storage place for spare parts. Dammit, still nothing that would tell us where to find the central computer.We had just turned away when a siren started screeching and. I pull my hands away and move around the chair to straddle your legs, trapping them between my own. You give me an intense almost-glare and continue your conversation, your eyes flashing warnings at me. Which I ignore, of course.I sit on the edge of your desk and prop up one of my legs by placing my foot on the arm of your chair. You shoot me an angry look but your eyes are caught by the sight of me slowly easing the skirt of my sundress up my thigh. I run my fingers along my smooth-shaven.