Osvaldo didn't reply right away. He was gazing out over the last of the Gulf of Mexico, as the yacht powered its way towards the passage between Flori...a's Key West on his port side and the large expanse of Cuba on the starboard. Snapping out of his daydream, he turned to his father."What I've always planned to do," he answered. "The boy has to go and after that I will marry Rose and take the Latour riches."Macheda shook his head."I'm beginning to think that you no longer have the brains you. ‘This is all wrong, you have stacked them up side down, and some of the boxes are squashed,’ she growled. ‘Well they wouldn’t all fit in the shelves. This is slave labour you know, my feet hurt and that bloke on the fish counter keeps leering at me, has he got something about uniforms, the ugly old shit?’ I snapped. ‘That is my husband!’ she shrieked. Christ, no wonder he can’t keep his eyes off me, if he has to bonk her when he gets his gross and probably smelly little cock hard! ‘And this,. They pawed and yelledabuse at Jennifer as she was dragged through the coterie of angryinsurgents.The usual prejudicial slurs were hurled at her: 'screw job, fuck puppet,love doll, shag android, bonk bot', Jennifer was well aware of theslights and insulting labels that disapproving humans used to describeCompanion Hominoids."Mark, she's exactly what we've been looking for right?" An older man,obviously a leader of some sort pushed his way through the crowd.Mark and Christina halted and held. He had wanted to worship her body, to let her know there was more to them then raw passion. But right now it seemed raw passion was all that mattered, fingertips dipped between them, landing on warm, slick lips, barely covered by silky curls. He groaned as he dipped a finger inside her, those muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper. Slowly he broke the kiss. The moment was upon them. A hand rose to move hair off her face, eyes locked on hers. She was wearing that face, with teeth.