Oh. I am sorry, sir. This is none of my business. Please take the elevator to the third floor and go right in to room 316, Mr. Winthrop.” She could ...ot repress a little giggle. “I usually wish people good luck, but in your case...” As the General walked towards the elevator, she was thinking to herself. “Hmm, he has lots of slots. A perfect 10 gets 10 choices after all. He can take me with him if he wants. Heck, he could just test me right here and I wouldn’t mind a bit. Maybe he could take me. Instead, she respected the young woman's honesty and directness. Many wanted to ask her that question — few ever did."Yes," she replied unashamedly. "The same as our last Empress. Which goes to show you that no one is ever constrained for life by their beginnings, regardless of what they are."The young woman was nodding at that, so the fembot continued. "You've accomplished a great deal already. And shown great promise to continue on with more of the same." You've noticed?" the young woman. “Stay here and stay out of this,” I told her. “Marcel and I are going for a little ride out to the countryside.”“No, Bill!” she cried, “You can’t do this! He’s not worth it. We didn’t do anything! I love you, Bill. Don’t throw away your life for this piece of shit!”“Stay here!” I snapped at her. I pulled Slick to his feet and shoved him toward the door. He collapsed onto his knees.“Please! I didn’t kill her!” he pleaded with me. Now, I was certain I smelled piss as a large wet spot appeared in. Maybe if some spur-of-the-moment fucking took place, then she'd see my swinging idea was a good one.The first time I tried something was over five years ago, with an out-of-town salesman I met in a bar after work. He was a big, muscular guy, sitting next to me at the bar and bitching about the lack of pussy in the place. After a few beers, on impulse, I showed him some pictures of my wife in a bikini, and as he was drooling all over them, I asked him if he'd like to do me a favor.I told him.