. well, most of us, do possess a slight modicum of common sense to help compensate.”“Glad to hear that,” she laughed, “There’s not really an...excess of that flowing in ours. Myself as a younger lady, quite included. With age and experience, though, does eventually come a bit of wisdom.”“Age and treachery usually does trump youth and inexperience, as Jessica’s father used to remind me. He was a kind man, and I was rather fond of the old fellow and he taught me a lot about the plumbing business. The AI knew the feeling that was coursing through her fellow programs at that moment. She had been more than giddy herself when she finally had everything required to construct her own living body.“I know we are supposed to wait until our return to Talemkha and the Perseus, but you can’t really blame us for wanting to know what it is like, can you?” Delilah questioned.“Not really, no, but you heard the commodore. No further creations until we are on the Perseus, out of sight of the rest of the. “Remember, Owen, I broke his heart. We, you and I, have been living well while he hasn’t even been living, not in any real sense of the term,” she said.“I can relate to that. What does he want, Abigail, spell it out?” he said.“He realizes that the children will be living with us, and he accepts it, things being what they are. But, he wants them introduced to them as their daddy—their only daddy,” she said.The man across from her paled. “Huh?” he said.“We’ve adopted them,” he said. “They are. After a dozen strokes of the cane it was obvious that, compared to Fran, Ann was an inferior disciplinarian. Whereas every lash delivered by Fran raised a welt, Ann’s efforts were effete. After forty blows, Fran’s backside was covered in wheals but only a few bruises. It took another thirty hits with the cane before Fran started to bleed. Ann did not even attempt the tricky pussy shots between the cheeks. Although Ann delivered a competent caning she never whipped Fran to orgasm. .