You'd say ya loved it if they were banging on pots and spitting on the floor. Well, ah best be getting back to the dressing room. At least one of us n...eeds to be ready fer the real show." With that she hit me again in exactly the same spot as before. She did that on purpose I'm absolutely sure. With that mission accomplished she skipped away, hooked her arm into Faolain's who was standing a few discreet paces behind us and headed for the dressing area.I would have loved to just stand there to. “Salty. Reminds me of semen.” And then she added with her head turned thoughtfully towards the ceiling “Colder though and of course less viscous.” “Excuse me,” I blurted and leaned in to her and whispered, “Did you say semen?” She put her lips to my ear and said, “Yes, I did. I told you I like things dirty. Come, follow me.” Mindlessly, I started after her weaving through the crowd and trying to see where she was taking us. My cock started to swell as I looked at her ass sway in the tight black. .. test, I suppose you could call it ... developed between the Praetor and myself, when we first began to collect the Artificials released into this primitive world; a test to determine the true worth – you could call it the Basic Goodness, or the measure of degree of which a particular soul retains its respect for the value of life. A test of how selfish, or perhaps how selfless, its point of view is regarding the lives of those with which it interacts. In this manner, I can determine the. Go fix yourself one.’ I did not trust myself to speak and shook my head negatively. ‘You are much too intelligent a woman, Lynn, to mistake a demand for a suggestion.’ I got to my feet and crossed to the bar. While my trembling fingers fumbled with the bottle top I heard a sound and turned to see him pushing the coffee table away from the sofa. ‘While you are there, pour a very small cognac for me.’ I noticed that he omitted please. I finished mixing my drink and took a swallow. I considered.