It is no exaggeration to say that from that first visit I had become almost an addict. The only thing that restricted me from making more visits was m... financial situation for, contrary to the high sounding title of Hotel Manager, my wages did not stretch to the extravagance of paying for a visit to her Atelier more than once a fortnight. However, I was not denied my humiliation between visits for she had set conditions to which I had to comply; in a way it was an extension of her control over. ‘Mom…’She shook her head and hunched further. I approached and put my hands on her upper arms, trying to turn her to face me. She shrugged me off and kept her head bowed. I realized she was sobbing and tears were dripping into the dishwater.‘Mom, turn round, we need to talk about what happened. You kind of freaked me out there…’Suddenly she turned and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in my chest – I was taller than her by then.‘Baby, I’m so ashamed of myself. I’ve been so upset. She raked the damp furrow with a long finger. The lips parted easily as she teased herself, feeling a new flush of nectar. The pulse in her clit was already growing strong again."Harte ... oh, damn you, Harte," she sighed. A barely audible whisper as the fingertip circled her sensitive nub.She forced herself to stop massaging her clit, and shut off the water. She hastily wrapped one towel around her body and wrapped her wet hair up with another. When she stepped back into the bedroom, Harte was. I had originally planned to execute them with my plasma jet, but I had the option of the gun if that seemed more suitable.The asteroid's surface was very rough and broken, so I was able to creep around without much fear of being discovered. I slithered up behind a jagged rock projection and watched the people at work. They were installing an especially large explosive charge in a crater. The crater may have been selected to aim the charge, or maybe it was just a convenient place to stack.