She shoved the door closed and locked it. ‘Hi, Bobby,’ she said softly, her eyes agleam. ‘Ah…hi,’ Bobby replied, unable to take his eyes off... her. She was a fantastic-looking female! Lana was grinning at him and had a look in her eyes he’d never seen there before, a look of hunger. ‘How was your day?’ he asked. Lana had mentioned at breakfast that morning she had another date with Derrick. She shrugged, causing her breasts to move delightfully. ‘You know how it is,’ she replied, her voice grew. I then heard a high pitched whine which lasted for about thirty seconds."Master, a small needle is injecting the biological, nano-technological substance through a hole that was just drilled in the host's cranium. This substance will form the construct in the host's brain. Once the construct forms, it will be programmed and it will momentarily come on line when it is complete to test if its parameters are correct." Jezebel, is it possible for a human to just have a construct, without becoming a. And since she comes for only 1 or 2 hours, my time is short and wanted to ask her when she is at the right mood. She came to clean the house as usual at 8:30 and it was weekday. When she almost finished her work, I had a towel tied to take bath and went near the small balcony where she was putting the clothes for drying. I asked her, do you know to do massage ?. She was almost finishing putting all clothes for drying, after a min, she came inside the drawing room and asked ” For who the massage. Instantly, I wondered if Id caught her looking, or if she had just reeled me in with her incredible eyes. It didn't really matter. There was nothing left to do but pursue the eyes and whatever was behind them.My place at the bar was a regular one. I was regular too. The routine was always the same; cabernet, very rare steak, baked potato, and my favorite Caesar salad. I never had to order. I just had to show up and control the pace of the meal. I was a woman of routine. The eyes that were.