He flinched when she pinched his nipples.“Baby,” he warned.“What?” she asked innocently.She moved up on his body, her chest bumping against hi...s on the way. Her face was over his, her hair descending, until their faces were in their own world, eyes locked. He put his hands on her butt, realized what he did, and put his hands on her waist instead.She opened her lips. He closed his. Their noses touched and rubbed. He could feel her breath on him.“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered.Her hands were. Effectively, few powerful artificial intelligence cyborgs had created an army of dumb AI followers. Now, these 'leaders' were at war with each other. Victoria, and her four 'friends', were forgotten, un-upgraded, off the network (‘illegal’) but uncorrupted models who still remember humans fondly.It turned out that Victoria and the Princess were from the country, just from different epochs. The Halshlishad people of Princess Moqana’s epoch were under a curse: men don't get to procreate. They. ** It took Thomas almost a full minute to realize that he wasn’t dead. He shrugged aside the whiteness, which turned out to be a linen sheet and found himself staring into the most impressive cleavage he’d seen in weeks. The mouthwatering cleavage and plump bosoms turned out to belong to a very pretty young brunette dressed in a servant’s gown. She gasped in shock at the sight of Thomas. Thomas’s hand shot out, clamping over her mouth and stifling her scream just as it started to burst from her. ”“BBA, of course,” I said, stroking my hair. “I was valedictorian, motherfucker.”“Shut up and get in here, Natalie.”I always found some dig to throw at him, just to bug him, because he’d run out of comebacks.As I walked past him, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into his office, kicking the door closed behind us, and shoved me towards his desk.He gave me one of those hugs where he’s facing my side, with an arm in front around my shoulder and a handful of my hair, face close to my ears,.