“Of course you are. Why me, just out of curiosity? I mean, why not Julia or Brittany? Julia’s only half the distance away I am.” “Because, sil...y, I like you. You got spunk.” “Boy, if only you knew.” I said, under my breath. “What was that?”“Nothing. I said it sure was nice of you to invite me up here.” “Aww…that’s another thing, Will: you got charm. Here, you’ve had a long car trip. Let me reward you…” “Please, please, please…” “with a fresh home-cooked meal.” She said as she turned toward the. She looked at my face and began to watch me as she made tiny circles with her finger, massaging my clit, then digging down between my lips, bringing more juice up to spread all over my sensitive flesh. My eyes fell closed at the power of it."Does that feel good?" She asked me.I could barely answer, "So...so good, yess..." My hips were swaying with her. Sexual pleasure surged with each stroke of her fingers over my clit. She pushed a finger up inside me. I could feel her nails, gently scr****g. 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, soaked with butter. Its eyes were blue, wide-set, and slightly bulged. Red light was flickering restlessly on its head."Hi, I am Arthur. I am a domestic helper," it said, turning to us.The robots are not supposed to. "Maggie widened her stance opened the fingers on both hands and seemedto literally pull the blackness from the young man and woman?s eyesfrom several tens of metres away, the blackness swirled and merged inmid-air until it finally coalesced into a single swirling mass abouttwo metres off the ground the size of a golf ball a very angry golfball!The two malnourished teens fell to the grass seemingly exhausted.Whilst Maggie held the writhing black mass in the air with one handshe formed a tennis.