It was actually a robot that Dr. Spy affectionately named Sing Song. Dr. Spy had built it with sensors, scanners, and detection analyzers that far sur...passed Dr. Spy’s abilities on it’s own. It could detect, analyze, and find a weakness in anything. Dr. Spy had sent it to spy on Punk Rocker’s little mission. With superior x-ray thermal vision, and the ability to pick up any radio or phone signals, it had recorded and analyzed everything and reported it all back to Dr. Spy. In fact, this robot. ”“Benjamanda. You said we were Benjamanda.”“That’s right. A unit that could withstand storms. This is a storm, Uncle Ben. And we’re Benjamanda.”So, okay. She’s adamant right now, and I can easily live with that. Doesn’t mean it will be easy if she decides otherwise at some future date. Who knows? We may morph into some sort of big brother – little sister arrangement. Or, I guess uncle and niece works.We grabbed burgers for lunch. Next stop was Mandy’s school. By now, the news was out. Several. “Not really,” Mark said.“I’ll talk to you when I get to the office,” Dexter said.“I guess that would be okay. Next time, get off the pot when I call you,” Mark said.Dexter disconnected and laughed. He said, “I’m gonna be on the pot every time you call, asshole.”The phone rang again. Dexter answered it. “What did you forget to tell me?”“Are you off the toilet yet?” Mark asked.“No,” Dexter answered.“I forgot to tell you that the talk is in the cafeteria at one thirty,” Mark said. “I’ll send you. “Oh, wow,” chuckled Mary, “that’s one hell of a lot you’ve shot there.”“Big cock, lots of cum,” said Jim, squeezing out the last drops and wiping his hot rod along Mary’s inner thigh. “You okay?”“Sure am, big boy.” She grinned. “We must do it again.”“Okay, just give me a minute.”“What?” Mary propped up on her elbows. “I didn’t mean now. Bloody hell, I’m really fucked, Jim, and I feel a bit sore down there. I mean it, you are fucking big.”“So, we’re finished then?” “Oh, Jim. Really?” Diane.