..” He took Jules’ wrist and began to navigate the menus, grumbling as he became frustrated. “Damned twenty character codes...” He brought up ...is own wrist display and began to type at it with a gloved finger. “You ever try to connect to a wireless network at a spaceport? I bet you have, you look like the business lounge type to me. Imagine that, but with military-grade encryption. There we go!”A new symbol appeared on Jules’ HUD, a little connectivity icon blinking up in the right. The next thing I remember a huge thud rang out somewhere above my head. As I unglued my eyes the light speared me with shafts of bright pain through the blinds I had forgotten to shut. My arms were shielding my eyes from the cruel light when through the same wall as the thud a loud exclamation of "Shit!" followed by a blue streak of cursing, which gave me a good morning chuckle.Curiosity got the best of me and I hauled my ass out of bed to make my way to the front door. I peeked out first and. ..?"She was so confused, and trying her best to understand his lesson."And you will promise yourself, once you're freed, you'll hand yourself in for the law to duly process you, to submit yourself to justice."He told her."But... But...You're not taking me in...?"She narrowed her eyes at him."You have to do it... Promise yourself."He smiled."Um, I... I'll hand myself in, I promise you."She agreed despite her confusion."Not me. Promise yourself."He winked at her as he put his bowler hat onto his. It had a vaguely Greek look. Using a paintbrush for a baton, I struck a pose. Quietly, Jennifer went to work. I stand feeling silly, then horny, then silly again, then quite horny. After much too long, she said that she was finished. But instead of immediately admiring her work, I told her that she has been looking at the backside too long and she should look at the front. Jennifer put down her artists’ smock and walked over to face me. Being up on the dais, my half-erect dick is just at her.