With your permission,” her voice lowered. “I’d like that work to continue.”“Of course. But you don’t have to ask ⁠—”“But I do,” ...he said forcefully. I looked up at her. “We’re no longer family. We are your crew. You have the responsibility of life or death over us. Do you understand?”I nodded slowly, and she gentled her tone.“An AI isn’t human; Ship doesn’t share our values or perspective. Once it’s made a gene selection, it largely ignores us. It’s your job to command us. You’re our captain,. We were treading on fine line and I can never forget the day my gf crossed it. Send your regards at It was a Saturday in the month of May. My gf was alone in her house. As usual we were talking on phone and the door bell rang. My gf was pissed. She didn’t want to be disturbed that day. She kept me on hold and angrily marched towards her balcony as she assumed that it must had been some kid who wanted his ball. She looked down the balcony only to find Vipin with pack of files. Her feet went. If I wanted to become Anastasia, I’d have to start somewhere, right? Surely, there were too many horny men out there in need of sexual release, at least some of whom would be more than willing to have their way with me.I opted for the dating app approach. I downloaded an app for gay men, set up an account with a few suggestive pictures of my body (mostly my butt in tight briefs), and went on to check a few of the profiles. I filtered through the “top” category and, boy, were there some very hot. So, being presented with the graceful arch of Liz’s neck, he knew exactly what to do. Her skin was smooth under his tongue as he made his way to the exposed shoulder that had taunted him all evening. Her small mews of pleasure seemed to have a direct effect on the state of his hard-on—which already felt harder than it’d ever been. Never had a woman been so responsive to every move he made. Every kiss, touch, lick…she had him wanting to skip anymore foreplay and move onto the part where he got.