As I told him to touch her, he must have thought all his christmases had come at once. He presumed he was going to wank off as I fucked her and didn't...realise he was getting in on the action. He went for her pussy with his fingers, and I was glad that he wasn't being soft and gentle. He plunged one then two fingers up her and thrust them really hard as his thumb ground into her clit. After less than a minute of this she came really hard, almost drawing blood from his arm as she dug her nails. Shaking my head, I started to reach out then quickly withdrew, my hand? What in the hell was that? Looking at where my hand was supposed to be, appeared to be a usb connection. Holding it up, I could only stare at it with what I assumed was my mouth hanging open.I turned to look at Sheila, “how in the hell am I supposed to repair what I see, with this?”“Doctor Gance, this is just a representation for you. It can, if you prefer, be anything you require.” Sheila said her ever present smile on her. ‘Debbie?’ She asked, startled. ‘Yeah, sure I do. I was there when Arthur came with the news about your wife. Debbie was crushed.’ ‘Would you join me for a cup of coffee?’ I asked. ‘Or maybe a drink after work?’ ‘I’ll tell the boss I’m leaving for the day,’ Velda offered, turning on one spiked heel and heading for Peacock’s door. I waited as she disappeared into Peacock’s office for a period of about eight or nine minutes. When she reappeared, her hair seemed to be a bit mussed up and her. That made it maneuverable as all get out. Where a fighter could and frequently did turn on the proverbial dime. My ‘Nome Adventurer’ required twice the space and time to get there.But fighters had limited legs. They sacrificed mass in the form of fuel capacity and cargo space. Fighters also had no O2 capacity. The pilots had to rely on what they had in their suits. Which were not comfortable in the first place. A suit leak in the confined space of a fighter command seat was basically a death.