"And here." She shuddered as his fingertips grazed the bare flesh between the hold ups and her panties. "Definitely here."He walked a pair of fingers ...p over her hips, across her belly and moved her arm away. It flopped to the bed by her side. He continued his journey, tiptoeing over the tiny hump of her stomach then back down to caress her thigh, goosebumps rising, watching Beth's expression below the makeshift blindfold. Loved the way her mouth curled at the corners, lips parted, breath. "Ah, well, actually the med-stick will tell you." Med-sticks were standard household fixtures by then. Stick it in your mouth and your AI could tell you if you had a temperature, correct body chemistry and of course if you're pregnant. It would tell you within hours of impregnation. Suddenly I no longer had an attachment as she scampered toward our 'fresher."Well, this is an interesting twist," Terry observed casually."Look," I pleaded. "I really did forget. I never even thought about it." Eve. ” She’d weaned Brian off of this kind of treatment early on in their relationship, lest he think it was acceptable for him to reciprocate, but some insipid endearment now was tolerable… a necessary sacrifice. She wouldn’t be using Ryan for much longer anyways. This was fine. “How do anime conventions even start so early? Six-thirty in the morning?? Like, how do they even?” Ryan muttered in bleary disbelief, reverently lifting the coffee cup to his boyish face and taking another sip. “I can’t. The Dominatrix dimmed the sconces, leaving the brass desk lamp to cast a tepid glow across the studio. She tugged down the zipper of her dress, stepped out, and hung it in the wardrobe. Perspiration molded a fine yellow silk slip to her body. The circumstances of the evening did not proscribe nudity, but the Dominatrix stopped with the slip peeled to her waist. She'd felt the nudge again, a subtle wrinkle at the boundary between the subconscious and the conscious. She was trying to tell herself.