.. different, somehow.”“Well ... Sorry. You are the first person I’ve confided to in decades.” Now, Io sounded a bit diffident. “And only th... fourth person I’ve been completely open with ever. These records are completely confidential. I’ve done a thorough psychological analysis of you in the last months, and I’m not very good at that. Perhaps I’ve misjudged.”“Io,” Chris tried to sound apologetic. How do you apologize to a machine intelligence? “I just don’t know how to interface with ... what. I then dialed Clive Mortimer, "Hi Clive, I'm going to need some time off I have a family emergency to deal with." No way! We have got too much on our plate at the moment to let you just drop everything. You can't go." Clive said."I'm sorry you feel that way Clive, I had hoped that what I've done had helped the company, but now I need to . . ." But Clive interrupted me."Look Johnny the answer is NO. Got it N. O now how's that problem we've sent you?" he asked. I hung up the phone."Let's go." I. He looked ... amazing. Again, I wanted him to just take me."I don't date my clients, Felicia, not yet anyway, but I do want to see you succeed. I think I can help you. My methods, though, are unconventional." What does that mean?" I asked him. My voice was breathy and I trembled just as badly as I had the night of our last dinner."Do you trust me?" His brownish blue eyes bored deep into mine, searching my darkest places and seeing everything he'd already known was there from our torrid love. I chuckle as I lightly pat the very top of her thigh. Then again, but not so lightly. The next time around, my hand travels higher. As her nipple grazes my palm she arches her back and moans. I give her my thumb to nurse on. When I lightly pluck her nipple she bites my thumb. I take her puckered bud between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze. She cries out… My arms are as rested as they’re going to get and the sun is still sinking. Time to move. Somewhere above me the groove becomes a jamming.