"Hold out your hand," Barry suggested.Waylon closed one eye and stuck out his hand.The probe drifted over the top of his hand. It took him a moment to... realize what was happening. A faint, translucent cloud descended from underneath the probe and drifted over his hand."Are those constructors?" he asked."They are," the AI replied."That must mean that there's a bunch if I can see them." They exist on the sub-nano scale, would you like to know exactly how many there are?" I think a bunch covers it. After finishing two sandwich halves, Aunt Jane pulled the dark glasses halfway down the bridge of her nose with a single finger. She stared at me over the tops of the sunglasses and asked in an almost menacing tone, "Are you staring at me, Barry?"My gulp was almost audible, and I lied unconvincingly. "No. No!" Don't you fib to me," she hissed. "I could see you staring at me." She paused long enough for my embarrassment to become patently obvious, then added, "Don't be embarrassed, honey, I. ”“It is no wonder that you hadn’t the energy to gallop; you’d ploughed a field that day. Ploughing needs to be done regularly, to gain stamina and maintain skill—you’ve not done any ploughing for over a year.”“Galloping requires the same preparation — and I have not galloped for over three months.” I added ruefully.We munched on our provisions.“Annette refers to the three maids she employs as ‘her girls’, or as ‘my girls’. Are they somehow related to her?” I said.Woody finished drinking his. My son said well you deserve something special I laughed and said that’ll be a long time coming he said no lay on the bed he rummaged around and found some body lotion and started to massage me the beer and massage were making me sl**py my sons hands on my legs and upper thighs felt so good I just relaxed and pretty much drifted into my zone when he moved up to do my back he was between my legs and when he’d lean forward I could feel his cock brushing along my ass and lower back I started to.