. How come I didn’t know about this?” Paul fired off after he heard his sister give a brief ‘PG-rated’ rundown of our time together.“Sorry, ...ude,” I offered up to him. “I didn’t think that you’d be good with me seeing your sister, so I deci...”“No, Mike, WE decided,” Cathy immediately corrected me as she refused to let me take the full hit from her brother, my best friend.“You’re right, Cath. We decided, Paul,” I reiterated, “that we’d keep our relationship from you, from everyone. We just. ’ As he was saying this, he took a newspaper-wrapped parcel out of his jacket pocket. It made a clunking noise as he put it down on the table. ‘And . . . and thanks for the coin. Do you want me to let you know where it came from when I’ve figured it out?’ ‘No. No, thanks,’ Clara answered. ‘I do believe I’d like to keep it in the seeking mode.’ Clara and Elizabeth were slipping through the narthex of the church after leaving the young man’s parcel in the pastor’s office with a note attached,. Oh, right, that was it. I'd seen an ad for one of those bioroid brothel places, one had just opened up not all that far away. They were becoming more widespread these days, used to be you could only find them in the major cities. Well, what the hell, it was the last option left to me. I pulled up their net page to see what kind of things guys were into on the artificial flesh front.Of course I see bioroids around every day, I know what the general options are. The brothel had mostly those,. "Or not," I countered. "Hon, I don't see us dating. I don't see me turning up in your bedroom unannounced twice a week. All I'm offering is something you might call a service -- a fairly comfortable and pleasurable defloration. You can do what you like about this -- it's an offer, not a demand. But given the number of quirks your mother has, making your initiation into sex as smooth as possible probably has a LOT of long-term benefits." I eyed her. "I don't think I'll ever bring this up again.