He told him about the letter, and then Dale closed my office door and sat down."Jim. Jim you need to get a hold of yourself. Here, drink this." And he...handed me a shot of highly illegal whisky. That shocked me to my senses and I just sat there staring at my friends a few moments.Dale said "Jim. What you do about this, if she did anything wrong is up to you but between your friends and mine we can find out if there is impropriety or if there is just the appearance of it. What do you want to do?. He wiped some of the flecks of snow from his visor, his furry collar blowing in the wind, and then froze. He could see something, a solitary figure walking towards the refinery through the snowdrifts, it couldn’t be...He fumbled with his helmet, struggling to activate the suit radio with his thick gloves, and the Derrickman’s voice came through with a hiss of static.“What is it? I’m fucking busy down here, one of the joints has sprung a leak and the Ginzels are giving me the runaround.”“Sorry. The pressure is 5 atmospheres. Youneed a Gen-B. I'm sending you to a local doctor, everything is being setup for you."She hangs up, and I can see the details on my screen.Thats it. No question about what I want to do. Maybe I don't want a newbody. Maybe I like my body the way it is.Nope. Eleven is going to get his Gen-B and there's nothing he can doabout it.I wake up the hooker and contract her for the rest of the morning. Atleast the money I make is going back into the system. I'm a job. “Mmmm,” I moaned, admiring my recent handiwork. “Spread that ass. I want to see the slutty little asshole that I just fucked.” Mya did as ordered, reaching back with both hands to pull her cheeks apart and fully expose her recently violated asshole. I smiled and began to grip my dick, my hand moving with slow, lazy strokes as I watched her. I certainly didn’t want the night’s events to end, but I needed a little time to recuperate. “Mmmm,” she purred, stroking a finger over her sensitive.