Gilbert’s face flushed as the mechanoid woman, Iku, pulled his pants off. “I’m sorry, I’m just very nervous.”
“Don’t be, sweetie. I’ll take care of you.”
“I’m sure you will. It’s not that.” Gilbert’s mind flashed back to an awkward encounter in a house of ill repute. He was sixteen, and it didn’t end well. Gilbert remembered sitting on the curb under the …
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