"I may not know that song, but I do knowa lot of others. Every time I figure another one out I'm more amazed atwhat this little instrument can do. I'v... already used it in so many waysit's hard to count. This little flute gave me mastery of sculpting sand.Before I played that song over and over I was mediocre talent at best. Ican admit that to you now. You won't be telling anybody any of this." I thought I almost had it once you know, but it wasn't quite it. Itwas close though and I've made. This process leaves you incrediblyhorny but able to last much, much longer if I chose to use you for my personalpleasure.” I was about to cry. I was in hell, and everywhere I turned it got worse.“Ladies, prepare him to light my cigar.” The 2 women retreived a thin black candle,almost like a 10 inch birthday candle, and more lubricant. One of the women pulled alarge cigar from a chrome box and handed to the head woman, “here is your cigar,mistress”. Mistress, I thought? That’s strange. The other. I had thoughts of stripping my clothes off and having him admire it, too.But most of all, he seemed to be admiring me. Everything he said implied he thought I was the perfect mother, the perfect decorator, the perfect ... well, everything. God, what more could a girl want?And oh, my God, we worked at the same office building in Studio City. We immediately decided we were having lunch together tomorrow and a formal date tomorrow night.We could leave right from work. Steven could handle himself. Across from the bed was a closet that held an emergency spare suit, some personal items, and a few ordinary clothes. She had less outfits than a primitive that didn't know binary could count on one hand.Currently she was dressed in her functional space suit. A bulky collar circled her neck, having a few buttons and connectors along the front. Below the collar every inch of her was covered by a durable material roughly three centimeters thick. It was an eye-catching shade of red with reflective.