I could also see in his eyes that he was just as surprised as I was as dad pulled me along behind him. Dad lead me to the center of the sitting area w...here there was a padded table that was about waist high. He turned me towards him, lifted me and sat me at the edge of the table. The thought that was going through my mind is this really my dad and what did he have planned? He pushed me back and spread my legs. He bent down and took one of my nipples in my mouth while he pushed, well more like. ”“He will be thrilled to see you again, however.”“You know he thinks of you too, much more than just a machine.”“You do know Tin is an element that is not used in the manufacture of robot heads.”Sam oriented himself and changed direction. “We are on the equator level. Seventeen levels up and three miles down Roid left and we are hitting mooring arm two.”Charles also changed direction and followed Sam. The black man said as they made their way to a level conveyor. “To be honest, I don’t even. She unhooked the fastening on my skirt and let it drop to the floor, leaving me in as little as she wore. My underwear was bright red, my rebellion for having to wear black on the outside. She held my hands, stepped back and smiled. The smile that made her eyes shine. It always held an air of mischief, like she knew something I didn't. "I'm loving the underwear," she said. "It'll look better on the floor," I said, a little shocked at the words that had come out of my mouth. I cut off her. I stopped and looked. Jordan was sitting on the bed, hugging her legs. She was crying. In this moment I felt very sad. It was painful to see my sister cry. Especially because he only cried when something was really bad. The only other time I had seen her cry was when our dog Molly was put to sleep. I felt a new feeling come over me. I started to feel protective and I walked over and sat down on the bed next to her and put my arm around her shoulder and hugged her. The feeling of our bare skin.