He nodded.“That’s right, I forgot.”“How was your mom’s?” I asked while in the car.“Fine, she needed her spark plugs to be replaced.” H...e said.I nodded.“Why didn’t she take it to the shop?” He shrugged.“I don’t know; she knows I can do it.”“Hmmm, I need to call her.” I said pulling out my cell phone.“She is at church tonight.” He said without blinking.I laughed on the inside.“How do you know?”“She told me.”I nodded.“I will try her tomorrow then, if I remember.”“How was work?” he asked as his cell. After that day she didn’t mentioned anything about it but she made an obvious change in her dresses and made them more opened, thinner and sexier than before. From that time I was sure she wanted me to bang her bad, but I was waiting just for a clear clue from her side. It was one hot summer night that she made that move. That night she was wearing a very short and thin red nightgown consisting of a small short only covering her ass and a short shirt buttoned hardly over her huge. “Do you see all the hatches around the perimeter? They’re for the servo mechanisms that maintain the orchard. Not for harvesting. We’ll have to do the picking if we want the apples. But the orchard will be well tended. We won’t have to care for it, not unless I order the servos to shut down.”“Do you think they’ll do well here?” askedFatima. “To suddenly switch to a 168-day cycle when its genes are geared for a 365-day cycle, that must cause a tremendous amount of stress in the plant.”“And yet,”. She was wearing a blue color skirt and a white shirt which was her old school uniform. Skirt’s length was short, only enough to reach till her knees. When she spread her legs and placed up on arm rest, the skirt scrolled up to her waist. I could clearly see her white thighs. I had strange feeling about the situation which i never felt before. My mind said something is not right, but i liked that sensation. While reading, she slowly inserted her right hand under skirt. The hand started moving.