" Does that stick us here for the duration?" she asked."It sticks me here for so long as trust remains an issue," he replied. "I will not ask others, ...most especially the civilians I am assigned to protect, to run risks I will not accept for myself. You have freedom to trade off for when you need to return to the Gardener, whether for personal or professional reasons." Professional," she said. "If I have to. Why would I want to go back there when the man I love is here?" Very sweetums," he said,. Sooner or later we're going to start charging you for them."A couple of tests later, I watched as the drone flew in, slowed itself down by reverse thrusting and then buoyed by the emitters rested softly on the metal floor. A cheer went up in the lab as months of working and building and testing finally bore fruit."Alright, you bunch of idiots. Great work," I said. "Every one of you, get the hell out of here. Take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow we'll demonstrate the concept and the emitters. “You are not strong enough, my love. Let me.” Her fingers caress my eager manhood. Stroking, exploring every inch. Every bulge and vein. Every part of my pounding member. I flinch each time she traverses the uneven landscape beneath the summit, slowly crossing the tight, narrow bridge towards the cleft above. Sticky droplets stretch into strands as she brings them to her lips.I cannot close my eyes. They drink in every ounce of her presence. Heaving breath and eager tongue. Flames reflect. She stuttered in her singing, pausing as she washed each breast, perfect shiny globes with erect pink nipples, as the bubbly water coursed over them. Maz was entranced and looked down and noticed that her own nipples were firm and poking jauntily through her top. Her hands absentmindedly began to cup her own breasts, almost mirroring her friend’s movements. Curlygirly caterwauled the final lyrics, and Maz finally recognized one of their favorite QOTSA songs. “I wanna make it, I wanna make it.