I glanced down to see the tips of his fingers teasing my left nipple through my night shirt. Hoping he was awake and this was some gentle foreplay, I ...ooked over at him. In the dim lights of the cable box clock and streetlights peeking in behind our blinds, I saw his eyes were closed tight. His breathing told me he was very much still asleep, yet his fingers kept working my nipple. I lay there, enjoying his soft touch and wished for more.Then, just as suddenly as he started, he stopped and. Correctly predicting the actions of human-level species is a useful talent, They tell me, but the novelty pales after a while. I saw this male make his turn, observed his preoccupation with the local fauna, observed the other males ahead of him move silently - by their standards - behind some decorative foliage plants.Sub sets of my persona issued the instructions that began to power up the relevant technology, a slow process of tens of nanoseconds, and observed my existing human guest ... who. I shrugged. "Burned out from all this packing, I guess." I guess," she said. She sighed. "Me too."I tried to change the subject. "So... you'll be living the life of a cool little East Memphis socialite from now on." Please. Don't talk about it while I eat."I sat and chewed and tried to think of something else to say. But the only thing I could think about was that Martha Jane would not be in that college forever. She would be teaching one day, perhaps far away. I knew better than to bring up. But she will be enjoying watching me trying to find her. Finally, it is official, I failed to find her. She asked me to come to her and seat opposite to her.She and her friends will be laughing at me and teasing me for the failure. Definitely, my Mistress is going to punish me, with her favorite kink. She will take a water container, and give a quick visit to the ladies toilet. With a smile, she will come and sit at her seat. Her friends will ask what is it.She smiles at them and whispers to.