The teen is hard—rock hard. Every bot that he has to offer is pointing proudly into the air. Arousal flows from Missy’s cunt and up through her at...just the sight of it. It twitches when she grabs it, stroking him. Using both hands, the catgirl caresses his entirety, soaping it up excessively. She looks up at him, ears twitches just the same. His lips find hers, his tongue sneaking into her mouth. Missy can’t help but to play with him, transferring the pleasure of the kiss to his erection.This. ’ He stuck his hands in his pockets and, with shoulders hunched, continued along the track towards the town and the dock. Lucy gazed after him and felt a tear run down her cheek. Henry was a fool. He failed to realise that she had loved him when he was seven, she loved him now, and she would love him for ever more. ***** The old lamplighter, having completed his task, disappeared round the corner of the street. He would return early in the morning to extinguish the lamps, but Lucy Gilyott. ‘Take 211 and go pick this guy up. He needs to be at the port by three.’ ‘Okay, you got the fee figured?’ I asked it even though I knew he had it figured and given to the customer. All I had to do was drive him to the port, take his money then deliver most of it back to Martin at the end of the night. ‘Yes the fee is on the back of the ticket, and Welch before you hear it from the rumor mill, one of our guys got taken off last night.’ I looked at him with a curious look. My look said, go on.. I thought it was strange, and when I squeezed it out of him, he admitted it wasn't as efficient as having the right computer system would be. The current computer screen isn't big enough to display all the stuff he wants, so he prints half of it. But there are linked spreadsheets, search functions and other things that are lost when they're printed to dumb paper. He gave me a percentage figure for how much faster he could study, but I'm not going to tell you what he said. Instead I'm going to.