The man stood and came up next to her holding the wrapped baby. She looked down to see its head but what looked back wasn't a baby, it was a miscarria...e. Zoe wanted to cry but she felt no tears come forth. She then felt thirsty, really thirsty. "I'm so sorry" the man said. But his words weren't registering in Zoe's mind. Instead she felt another wetness in her crotch. "Put it down on the floor" she said. "I'm sorry?" "The baby put it on the floor." The man did as he was told. Zoe swung her legs. Her dark moodsnever seemed to survive her personal assistant and confidante's arrival."Sarah, you know you aren't supposed to say that in here! I get enoughof that out there." She waved in the general direction of the outsideworld, knowing that her long-time friend would pay exactly no attentionto her complaint.Sarah followed the old ritual between the two, responding, "You needreminding of your place in the world, Your Majesty. You take yourimportance too lightly. I recall my mother saying. ‘I want to suck your cock,’ I told him.‘Not yet, first take off your clothes, I have some things to show you,’ he replied.He left the room and I stripped nervously. He returned with a shoe box, smiling, not telling me what was inside.‘ You look gorgeous, get on all fours on the floor, please’ he murmured. I obeyed and he began to stroke me, all down my back and around to cup my tits, squeezing my nipples gently and making me groan.‘I think your boyfriend might like to use this on you, suck it,’. I am so sorry.”‘Well was I right? Did you enjoy the feelings and emotions?’“Bob, I take back everything I said about your species being backwards and archaic. I think I singed a few tendrils of mine when you climaxed. I know I did when Fretail did. I entered all of you tonight, at some point and I am very envious of your species. I just wish we could share some of the feelings or emotions you do during procreation.”‘Fred, that was not for procreation. That was for fun and the sheer joy of it..