Then the girls wanted to see it in more detail. They wanted to clean itand do his laundry. "I think someone might be old enough to beginlearning to pi...ot," he winked at Paula as he led the way to his shuttle.It was the first time any of them would see the living quarters of thelittle machine.The only place that was clean of dirt or grime was the little shrine withthe pictures and the candles with the incense."I'm sorry," he said when he saw Paula's tears as she looked at it.But then she went. " She looked up at him, a question in her eyes. "Prove it," he repeated. His voice was low, quiet.Her hands started to shake. "Conrad, no... I..." She looked over at the barista. She was doing something with the espresso machine, paying Hannah no attention."Prove it."Hannah drew in a shaky breath. Her hand clutched the hem of her skirt where it swung back from the point of her knee. She swallowed and turned towards Conrad, away from the bright windows. "Yes," she said. "That will do it. That. She was speechless for some time. She looked at Willy then back to his cock as he began shaking it up and down a little. I thought maybe Willy was trying to hypnotize her with it as it bounced up and down from his jostling it. I knew full well that had Willy not been paying well over her asking price for her massage that she would have told him to leave this instant. I just sensed that would have been the case. I also sensed what I perceived as a smidgeon of weakening in Leesa's fortitude.. Statistics permeate our lives and sometimes even govern our society." I don't know if this is necessarily a good thing," the old man said, "but I can't dispute what you say. Given all this, what's your problem?" There is one statistic I cannot resolve. All others make sense intuitively or at least have a calculable margin of error. This one makes no sense, and I can't find any rationale for error except possible outside manipulation. And that manipulation would have to be magical!" And this is.