" I want to see you get it hard. Do it for me, Clifford. Please?" Shit. That's not fair, you know I would do anything for you." Then do this."Clifford... looked back down at the cock then slowly took it in hand. He started to stroke it and was pleased to see it start to swell."Get it really hard Clifford. As hard as you can." Why? Are you going to fuck him?" I might. Does that upset you, Clifford?" No," he lied. He hated to admit it but he was falling for Tracy. He decided to do it just because it. ’ ‘By ‘clean up’ you mean…?’ ‘Well the apartment and bedroom and kitchen and such. Oh….you mean me? Of course! I shower to be nice for him, usually once I have dinner cooking. I even have my own things there and a whole space in the closet for dresses and skirts and blouses and such.’ ‘OK. He gets in when?’ ‘About 6 usually. Depends what meetings he has and if he goes for a drink with his guy friends after work.’ ‘Because you two can’t go out for drinks – right?’ ‘Yeah. Which sucks but nothing. Even with a body, she had no way of seeing the outside world. For now, he was stuck with his choices. He would have to find one way or another for her to see the world, even if she was confined to a single solitary room on a ship that was almost nowhere.“Fine...” Ericson relented. He turned around and started to walk out of the room.“I am sorry,” the Captain said. “I know how you feel, but I can’t risk it ... if she turns, she will kill us all.”Ericson heard it all before. He simply said. I'm left with only memories,Of good times that used to be.A thousand laughs and smiles,Will always stay with me.But never again will I feel your arms,Holding me at night.Or experience your charms,Or savor your delight.You walk away and leave me,We say our sad goodbyes,Never to come back,I can see it in your eyes.It was not a happy song, but folk music is not always happy. It would be touching to see it performed by a beautiful, young blonde haired folk singer. I really was quite elated over the.