A while back we would go out to various parks and have nice comfortable talks. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massaging to release tens...on. Once I even massaged her back. And several time we shared a most delightful, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew that there was more to our feeling than these ‘encounters’ and we each, in our own way, hungered for more. But we were loyal, at least, physically loyal. The an unfortunate happenstance caused us to forgo our ‘outings.’ We. ”“I can’t do that, I’m sorry and maybe you should just leave.”“It’s obvious what you want baby.”“Oh and what’s that old man?”“You want to be treated like a slut, just like the girl in the movie.”“That’s not true,” I said, knowing it was a lie.“Rub your cunt slut!”The words he spoke made my pussy throb, and I did as I was told. I opened my jeans, and put my hand down to my clit, and began rubbing. He was getting so turned on watching me, and watching the woman on the television being called. While grumpy Egill did not want to openly admit it to the Narth or the Saresii that he was quite excited about this and thankful for the inquisitive nature of his Narth friend, he was as impressed as the others of this so plain looking, friendly human.Egill had met other Immortals and secretly was a member of the Grey Ghosts, Phil Decker at first seemed to have none of the others unexplainable aura that separated them from mere mortals, but Egill had to correct himself. This man who was born on. "Julie, Dr. Carson created me." he told her.Dr. Carson shifted in his seat as Michael said this. "You told her you were an android?" he asked."He didn't have to. I found out on my own a few days ago." she said."Ah! Yes, the Y2K bug," he said.The three stayed up talking about him, DARPA, and just about everything else until about midnight when Julie, visibly tired, excused herself to go to bed.After Julie retired, Michael and Dr. Carson didn't say much to each other for the next five minutes or.