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She reached down a hand to my crotch.
Her smile faltered when she grasped at me. She didn’t find what she was looking for.
My cock had already found another master. It no longer answered to her.
She backed away, confused and hurt more now than she had been when she heard Vicky singing in the shower.
“I’m… sorry,” I said.
“So am I,” she said.
“The parking lot,” Computer said, and the doors hissed open.
I stepped out.
“Do you want a lift?” I said.
She shook her head.
“I’ll make my own way home,” she said with a distant expression on her face.
The doors hissed shut and I ran for my shuttlecraft. I’d speak with her later and explain the situation. It wouldn’t be easy but after the time we spent together, it was the least I could do.
I was no longer interested in our relationship.
But was that true? Had I already changed so much?
I shoved the thought into a box to consider later.
Right now, I had other things to worry about.
My mom’s apartment was small, simple, and located less than a block from head office. She hated having anything that went beyond practicality. It was my father who liked to buy nice things.
After he passed away, my mom didn’t have it in her heart to sell their home. It housed too many cherished memories for her to do that. She used just a handful of rooms and only used the others when there was a special occasion and she had no other choice.
I considered using the special chip in the shuttlecraft to leapfrog the lines of traffic. Every moment counted. Then I spotted a police patrol craft and decided against it.
I’d installed the chip more than two years ago and I still hadn’t used it. Maybe I’d get to use it one day.
Whatever day that was, it would be a day of desperation.
The moment the shuttlecraft sat down in my Mom’s parking lot, I was out the door and running toward the hyper elevator.
I pressed the call button a dozen times before it finally arrived. I took it up to the 142nd floor. I ran down the hallway to the far end. Even if it was a small apartment, it was still the one with the best views.
I drew to a stop outside her door and rapped on it with my knuckles.
It only occurred to me then that if she’d been taking interviews for the position to replace me, why would she be at home now?
I checked my watch. It was 8:34 in the morning. She could have already left. I would have to head over to headquarters.
My stomach sank at the idea. The last thing I needed was to make a scene, but due to the way I now felt, with my deep sense of betrayal in my gut, I knew I’d end up flying off the handle if I went over there.
That was something else I had in common with my father.
A quick temper.
I needn’t have worried. The door opened, revealing my mom.
