But for the moment she could come up with nothing better. Laura was backing her instinct, too, her emotional intelligence. She did not share the disda...n felt by most of her academic colleagues for ‘female intuition’. She thought in its way it was every bit as valid and useful as more formal reasoning, the latter had the merit of producing definable and provable results but was (as she argued in her book) limited to matters that could be reduced to mathematics or very formal language. But women. Not likely, though, not for the man who'd just won the Art Director's Soho showing."Hi, that's better," he said softly right in her ear this time."Mmmmmm... much better," she purred as his hands coursed over her knotted shoulders. "You can do that all you like."Phillip's fingers sneaked playfully down the ridge of her spine, rubbing the tiny bony protuberances as he crept toward the soft cleft of her buttocks."Not there, baby... the knots are in my shoulders," she said with mock. She was proving to be a renaissance women as she had a real skill for medicine. She caught on much faster than Entoch. I also noticed what seemed to be a growing romance between the two.Because of my close ties to the two children, I had injected Shanor with nanites to monitor her. Both children would be impervious to illness at this point and, in an emergency, I could locate them. I had shared some of my secrets with Shanor also. The abilities I had seemed like magic to her yet she promised to. I was able to grab handfuls of myself. I could jiggle and wobble and shake. I had ways to enjoy my body that no skinny girl would ever know.“Fuck that pussy, Mr. Soccer Ball,” I grunted. “Fuck that dirty pussy and make it cum.”My legs were burning from the strain, but that only made me hump faster. The ball was all slick with my juices as it rolled against my stiff clitty again and again. I pulled and twisted my nipples cruelly until I felt it happening, then I pulled even harder. My orgasm.