"You know what I mean."We went out of the hospital and headed toward the taxi stand. Nicole was walking slower than before, making funny half-circles ...ith her braced leg. Her crutches didn't seem to be helping much. She was virtually struggling."Let me help you!" I said."I don't want to be carried like a baby. I have to cope with that." she said decisively.We neared a grocery store. A robot was standing by the entrance. It was about a meter tall, and had the nice color of a half- baked toast,. What does that mean?" She wanted me to be careful not to invest more than I could get out of the hotel," I explained."I agree you should be careful, but I wouldn't make that the end all of your decision making," Wilson said and I agreed.I was still letting the owner stew a couple of day later when I got the call came from Monument distributing company. "Miss Porter, I was wondering if you would meet me for coffee?" the CEO of the distribution company asked."Of course when and where?" I asked."I. I run my left hand over the muscles there, they ripple under my touch. I slowly scratch down towards your arse smacking you again once I finished the journey. The red marks I leave look amazing against your skin. Your right hand leaves the table to grab at your own breast, you think I can’t see but I do. I pull on your hair, pulling you to a standing position. I bite your neck hard, leaving my mark for everyone to see. This is a warning. I maneuver us around the table and towards the wall. I. ”He had some lotion and began by dribbling some onto my well-used asshole. “This will help ease any lingering discomfort you’re feeling here,” rubbing it in and around the starred sphincter. The sense of relief was almost immediate. Whatever pain or discomfort persisting immediately soothed by the lotion. He didn’t stop there, continuing on to rub my back, neck and legs, relaxing hell out of me.“I don’t understand you,” I said, murmuring in my comfort.“What don’t you understand?” He asked,.