“But Mark…” he trailed off. “Mark wants me to get pregnant and doesn’t need to know the specifics” she said stepping towards him, not brea...ing her gaze. “… and besides,” she continued, “it could be fun for both of us.” He was like a rabbit in the headlights of a car, brain blank and feet glued to the spot. She reached out and took his hand and drew it to her exposed breast. “Think of this as your reward for helping us out.” Her other hand reached out and covered his crotch. She started rubbing. Yadda-yadda-yadda."Bet you know all about guys like me", he was saying. "Bet you've got me pegged, as you Americans say." His hands were working on her breasts, the fingers stubby and a little callused. Occasionally, he tweaked her nipples, often too hard. Once, she had to warn him, but after that she put up with it in the interests of those priorities she'd identified."It ain't hard", she replied, changing pace, starting to slide forward and back now rather than up and down, grinding him. His. Would that work for you?”Lydia agreed that indeed, that would work for her just fine, and made her way to the car. She drove home, trying hard not to analyze this new and unexpected part of her life. She was fairly sure that she was straddling the fine line of adultery, but couldn’t bring herself to admit that what she was doing was betraying Mark in any way. Guiltily, she decided that she would make it up to him somehow. No, not somehow her subconscious asserted. You know exactly how.She. The entire process took about ten minutes.Alex watched, stupefied. Of course, she reasoned. He had programmed himself to build an additional appendage at some predefined mental trigger. Very experienced with MPC, obviously. This was an extremely dangerous individual. I wonder what other body parts he has that he could manipulate or grow on command? But then she chased her mind out of the gutter.She looked at him again, evaluating his physical appearance for the first time. He was mid-30s, she.