‘What the…?’ Stewart had noticed something odd on the pillow between his face and his alarm clock that was set to ring in about fifteen minutes.... It was his late grandmother’s jam spoon from the kitchen with a note tied to it. He undid the bow and read the message. ‘Dear Cousin Stewart: If you dare touch me sexually then the following morning you’ll wake up to find this jam spoon has turned into a carving knife and it will be stuck into your abdomen just above your penis. Don’t take this for. We were softly stroking each other's upper thighs. Our small party was apparently a success. Don't ask!Before we all got further carried away, Rita nervously shouted that we should all go out for a traditional, New Year, drunken Grand Slam breakfast at Dennyz. Just as his hands slid past her low back and onto her pert, round, soft yet muscular cheeks, Denice, called Deni by friends, voiced her agreement. He was still leaning over her head, already cupping her grand gluts when she abruptly. My cock stirred. I reminded it to behave before saying, "Looking good. Very good."Tami smiled and curtsied.I opened the front door for her, and we were greeted by a blanket of white over everything. Almost unbroken except for the single trail of footprints leading to Dad's idling car.I opened the back door of the car for her. She slid in and over, but I closed the door and climbed into the front. Dad gave me one of those looks. I just smiled and looked out the fogged up windshield.Dad took the. ”Later, in my quarters, I sent a suspicious Paula out and had a human-to-AI chat.“Eddie.”“Steward.”“What, no jokes? No insults?”“Unnecessary, Steward. It’s time to communicate clearly, with no ambiguity. What was the object that was brought in with the shuttle?”“What, I’m to communicate my intentions with an AI that is now owned by my new owners?”“Steward, the Krathees that think that it owns me is the next Krathees to suffer a terrible translation error in its next trade negotiation and wind.