I know he would have agreed with most, if not all, of them. He would also have been happy to know that robots were coming to understand that their pla...ce here is now more than just that of an expensive appliance or helpmate, and what that means for us in the long runAs I have often done in tough times, I found refuge in my poetry. In this case, one of the finest poems ever written around the permanent separation that comes with death.I won't quote all of Thomas Gray's "Elegy Written in a Country. I felt bad for bringing it up.The elevator announced our arrival. The doors parted, streaming in light. Jack motioned for me to exit first. "After you. Welcome to Chez Mitchell." He chortled.Jack's apartment was comprised of the entire floor; the view was amazing. My eyes immediately caught the wall of windows which looked out into Long Beach from every direction. Rain drizzled down the panes like a thunderbolt, the pitter-pattering softly echoing throughout the place. It was like a bachelor's. College cheerleaders made me horny. And no cheerleader turned me on more than Becca.Becca had the perfect double D's. Her legs were long, and her tan was natural. She was a real blonde with dazzling brown eyes. Her ass was so big and so round that her cheeks typically hung out of whatever she was wearing. And I knew for a fact that she didn't wear anything under her cheer panties. There was something so dirty about seeing Becca raise her leg and seeing the outline of the lips that were. ..."Seeing all this again made me harden....my hand was soon pumping my cock again. The very thought that I was watching Paul fuck his Mom was even more of a turn on than I could imagine."So you're enjoying it then." Came Paul's deep voice.I gasped in surprise more than fear."Y-y-you're fucking your Mom...you fucked your Mom." Many times - don't stop - I was enjoying you getting off on it."He walked over towards me and stood above me."That was the night before I left for here. Click out of that.