"So," Mizuki said as she picked up her burger, "what do you think?" I like it, no doubt about it," Susan said. "It's better than I thought it would be... and you're right, they're flexible and innovative. I especially like that. I think I could do well here." I think I can, too," Mizuki agreed. "It's part of why I want to go here." I'm really thinking about it," Susan sighed. "Let's face facts. I think I'd still like to go to Michigan State, but after yesterday and talking to that idiot in the. Market demand for boys has evaporated, but genetically modified baby girls are a booming business. Our company has perfected a production model to leverage the most from a healthy heterosexual male like yourself..."The computer screen showed a video of what appeared to be a futuristic factory floor. There were clean white tiled floors, bright lighting and stainless steel stalls full of futuristic machinery. The machines were operated by teams of young women in tight skimpy uniforms that. She squirmed off him, wriggled into his arms, wet crotch on his thigh. He glanced at the clock, two-thirty am: -So my love, a pleasant evening? Her lashes fluttered at him, almost coy: -Very pleasant darling. She’s a remarkable woman. Perhaps a new friend, though I’m not sure about that…. -And lover, mayhap? He knew he shouldn’t have asked so blatantly, couldn’t help himself. She’d tell him everything in her own time: -Sorry sweet, I shouldn’t have asked… -Dill! I know your curiosity is. The masseuses returned, adjusted our towels and asked how we like our massages. I went for medium and my wife asked for hard, particularly on the shoulders. A warm oil was poured over my back and soft, delicate hands glided across every inch, almost melting into my skin. She continued to massage my back and shoulders with brilliant technique as I drifted into a state of complete relaxation. It was time for her to switch attention to my legs, needing my calfs and hamstrings. Her fingers started.