Longshot’s subsystems ⁠— helm, power, navigation ⁠— began to report their statuses, whispers in my brain. I could reach a factotum at the ed...e of the city and tell it to dance a jig.Fingers feeling for an edge, I sat down heavily at the edge of the platform. My mother crouched beside me, stroking my back. “It’s okay,” she reassured me quietly. “I had the same reaction before you were born, when Ship opened up to me. You’ll get used to it.”“There’s ... so much of it...”A water pressure valve in. Suddenly there was a knock at the door; Twitty could suddenly feel the agent on the other side. Activating an emergency switch both her and Bill vanished as the woman kicked the door open. Damn it she cursed then her eyes opened wide as she felt the energy trail. Well she thought with a sly smile sloppy, sloppy! Twitty breathed a sigh of relief that had been close thankfully they couldn't follow them. Bill picked up Twitty stroking her fur, OMG! Twitty thought, this is worse now that he is. As she coated the man's fingers with her own womanly juices, he withdrew his hand. Exhausted and elated, Misty looked through the hole just in time to see him place his fingers in his mouth and suck them clean. "Mmm," he whispered, "You've got a tasty cunt, honey." Misty was a bit taken aback by the use of that particular word, as most girls her age were. Still, the dirtiness of the entire sinful situation served only to fill her with increased lust as she watched her third gloryhole lover. He let out a long breath through his nose and rubbed his palms together. “It was a couple of weeks ago, at the fall student exhibition.”“In my gallery?”He nodded. “In the storage closet.”“With a student? One of mine?” He hesitated before nodding again. I stifled back the urge to sob. “Who was it?”“Charlotte, it really doesn’t matter who.”“It matters a great deal who! I have to see these girls every day. I have to work with them. I’m not going to just smile, look them in the eyes, and secretly.