The cleaners were mother and daughter, Mili and Tina. Tina was a typical Panamanian girl; coffee coloured skin, native American features, short and ni...ely rounded. They didn’t seem to do thin in Panama, and that was fine by me.Her mother, Mili, was similar but shorter and broader. A cartoonist would draw her shoulders as wide as her body was long. And she was quite fleshy in a mumsy way. She always wore a pink cap pulled down over her eyes, which were further guarded by big, square glasses. And. " "Some of them were quite nice." "Yeah right." What was that?" "What?" "Didn't you feel it? There it is again." "No. Nothing. What is it?" "It felt like a hand, or fingers at least stroking across my stomach. Ohhhh." "What?" "More. Lots more." "Where?" Ummmm, everywhere. Ohhhhh, one's cupping my breast, stroking, caressing across its underside, pushing it up, flicking upwards, mmmmm, circling my nipple, fondling the flesh, teasing at its tip, capturing, twisting, Ohhh fuck that's good." Who?. I could tell the moment he sensed the change. His hands stilled and then resumed their pattern at a slower, more defined pace. I could still feel the hesitation in him, the worry that clouded his every action. It was sweet, and I was sick to death of it. He loved me. He had admitted it in a moment of passion, I wanted to make him say it while lost in a passion of a very different sort. I was ready for him to lose control like he had only weeks before. I wanted to watch his eyes lose focus,. . there's a lot of work involved in being a billionaire,you know!After several hours of this kind of claptrap I sighed and assignedAJeff - Artificial Jeff, my "backup brain," an artificial intelligencepatterned on me - to my next string of meetings. AJeff had been agodsend - in almost all respects he was me, save for the fact that hedidn't have a body and that he had certain preprogrammed limits to hisactions. He couldn't, for example, sell any of my stuff without mypermission. But he knew most.