Until then, he would make use of them, not that he had any choice. He'd use them like he would use a pair of crutches, as a temporary support for a sy...tem that had been damaged... Had been injured! He wasn't a machine. He wouldn't think of himself as a machine! He was Rand. Rand Korsun. Human!At the back of his mind, he suppressed an image of a damaged repair module, limping along with an extensor in a fabric sling.Skryben's dining area wasn't large. It didn't have to be, with her crew evenly. For some reasonshe seemed bitter but was it really his fault her fault that her businesstrip was cut short.In no time, she cleared out her things, most of their bank account andleft without a word. Opening another beer Walter emptied it in seconds.Now prison might be in his future as well.As the manager of the local BMW car dealership, he didn't sell many carsso he was surprised when one of the most beautiful women he ever seenasked for him personally. She obviously knew what she wanted, money. I was picked on a lot and because of the super tight hiphugging jeans I was made to wear, most assumed I was gay.There were many male models that were big muscular and strong. It waspretty embarrassing at times. I looked more like Andrej Pejic or StavStrashko.I didn't put on any of her clothes she gave me. But my choices ofclothing were limited.I was in my bedroom dressing when I heard my sister arguing with mymother as I was looking at my collection of underwear. Choice of bikinis,hip-huggers. As I was taken higher I grabbed Janet's hips, pulling her onto me while I was made to writhe helplessly by Alison. Janet grabbing my tits did nothing to diminish my arousal; quite the opposite. I was starting to come, feeling that familiar pleasure begin to build, even as Janet stiffened, arching her back as she came for me. I followed soon after thanks to the talented tongue of Alison.Janet climbed off me, bending down to kiss me deeply before getting up. I started to rise but was pushed back.