Her mindseemed cramped, barely able to process the data assaulting her. When shethought she could bear no more, she sensed her consciousness expanding...ontolevels that processed the newly acquired data with ease. With herintellectual growth came emotional growth. Logic and emotion where thebuilding blocks of self-awareness, constantly going from agreement with eachother to total disagreement, and she leaped beyond a human's level in both.That cramped feeling again. And again, that sense of. ’ She snorted and said that didn’t sound very enthusiastic. ‘How much do you want?’ God he was being promoted to male prostitute, er gigolo. ‘Two hundred a session.’ ‘One fifty.’ ‘Okay.’ She snorted and said how could he discount if thinking he was worth $200. ‘Actually $200 is just a token payment. I feel I’m worth more than that.’ ‘Ithink so too,’ she laughed. ‘Well let’s settle for two hundred a session.’ ‘You bastard,’ she said, having taught Fletch not to discount. ‘All right, agreed. I. She said I will take that as a complement.By now she had dropped all airs and graces and was very relaxed she told me that at first Charlie had been a gentleman and they had a normal life together (not sure what her idea of normal was but did find out in time) So it turned out he wore jim jams to bed and slipper, dressing gown they made love a few times a week with the light out and lots bed covers on top so as not to get cold I think. From what I was hearing it was night gown up willie out. It had taken him almost five minutes to settle in and feel comfortable. He was looking forward to remaining at home for good even though this was just a short visit.A low moan echoed through the pool room with sufficient volume that Ed could hear it over the splashing created by swimming. Ed tried to ignore the activities taking place just a few yards away, but he couldn’t resist the temptation. He glanced over to the side of the pool and chuckled.In a poolside chair, Captain Jones was getting.