It was only a single data burst containing no data of the reason for his demise or the actual location where it happened. The data pulse traveled inst...ntaneous on the GalNet network.Small robotic fingers massaged his body stimulating his muscles and nerves. It was an unpleasant and painful process that took over two hours during which he was unable to form coherent thoughts, but then the robotic arm took him out of the bath and placed him inside a simple auto dresser assembling a new black robe. "Yes, I did. But not directly."My lips quivered. How could I have fallen for such a man? I pressedagainst him, and strong arms wrapped around me.After the girls calmed down, they decided to accept the ride of fiftykilometres to the closest transport hub. Though the car was big, sevenpassengers filled it to the brim, and I had to sit on Undin's lap. Notthat I minded.Undin started the autodrive, and the car hurled forward.After only a few kilometres, the fatigue hit the girls, all of them. Sex could be avoided, at least the traditional kind. If only she could make it past having sex with her buzzing cunny. Oral or even anal sex would allow her sexual partners to live. At least, in theory, she had never tried either. Having a cock in her pussy was the first and last thing that happened with the coupling with any man. It was hard wired natural for both of them, and her mind just seemed to lose all focus when she saw a cock and the prospect of not having said dick in her cunny was. Linked with the other evidence we’ve gathered from the incident at the clinic, we have enough to put out a warrant for his arrest.”“How do you feel?” Maggie asked.“Drained,” I replied. “He tried to murder one of the patients that was in a coma. If I hadn’t been there, that young man would be dead by now. This pyscho just won’t let it go - it looks like he’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants.”“That pyscho is Doctor George Witherand, a specialist in immunology, with interests in genetics and.