At that moment I just stared at his pants wondering what he was wearing, what cock looked like and if he ever sucked dick, ya I know weird. I actuall... started feeling my own cock getting aroused. From a distance we looked saw each other, and s smile fired off in each othrrs direction. Well of all times my wife made it a fairly quick stop and she was ready to go, honestly I wasn't, but it didn't matter. Off we went back to our domicile. I went up stairs to take a shower and i could see my cock. But ... OK.”“What did he say, Gerry?”“Let’s say he’s not best pleased. I think his actual words were if I didn’t fucking well fix these fucking fembots he’d find a new way of fucking just for me and any of the rest of the team that might survive this.”“Graphic. Did he have any helpful suggestions? Or was it just a sort of ‘if they don’t kill you, I will’ incentive?”“Yeah, more that. He wanted to know why the laws of robotics* weren’t kicking in.”“So, you hadn’t told him you’d been tinkering. Both Cassidy and Darcy have already caught a good-sized snapper each, and they are now spending time chatting and getting to know each other. All’s well. The Japanese man has also caught a mahi-mahi, but his wife chose not to fish. That leaves me watching my line, in the hope of not being outdone. I look back over my shoulder and notice Darcy and Cassidy having yet another cocktail together, laughing hysterically at something they just shared. I am happy for Darcy that she has got past her. The busy Chiangmai Sunday market throngs around her, getting into full swing as the sun sets. A group of young boys gathers close to the statue, almost leering. A boy pokes a finger into its arm. The beautiful white face suddenly sprouted two eyes with jet black pupils looking directly at him. At the same time, the right hand flicks up, white palm facing towards him. The poor boy jumps back, to the loud laughter of his friends. The boys return to approach the busker again but not touching.