One became her Electronic Office, her top of line computer, Security Monitors, Lounge/Entertainment area. Her backyard fully enclosed behind a Privacy... Fence with a Deck and pool.Billy was on Eva, fucking her leisurely, calmly listening as she told him she had bought a 3 year old travel Van. They would be traveling to a city near her original home, staying a while under assumed names being incognito. “You need to check on them don't you”, he replied “you blew 6 of them out of this cunt and it's. I will not yield to the likes of this Mortimer fellow and his fellow Marcher lords. I am your liege lord and master now!” I demanded their fealty yet again.“But what of England, sire? Shall we turn away from England and become a free duchy then, with no allegiance to the English Crown? Or shall we remain loyal to King Edward the Second, though all of England hath revolted against him? Whom shall we serve? You alone, milord, or someone else, if not Mortimer and the Queen?” another of the city. "Wha'dya mean?" I mean," smiled the young man, "that Golinda will still be there when you get back." B-but, how... ? Who... ?" he spluttered. "You're not... !" No, I'm not Prototype Ten. Since I have no prototype number, you'll just have to call me Sam. That's what my parents call me, anyway."His mind still befuddled, the Golindan stammered, "Y-your parents?" Um-hm. Prototype Nine's my mom, Prototype Ten's my dad, and I can tell you man, adolescence sucks when your parents know everything you. But when you're stoking the fire, as they say..." Or he might say: "You're no boiler, Ana sweetheart, not like these bloody Deltas we've just taken on. Pity the client who can't afford better. Let's hope they're blind, eh?" Or he might say when a prostitute had left his office after one of his mysterious interviews: "Wooahh! If they all had her talents, we'd be pricing ourselves right out of the market!"These comments were bad enough, but even worse was his irrepressible tendency to touch her.