I hadn’t tasted real ale since we stopped off on Kluxord Seven. I tried to explain that I was being mind fucked. Porn It was always basically the same. I almost couldn’t “perform.” Fred thought that was really funny. They can even pass the DNA scans at the entry ports. I was just starting to think that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea when an absolutely gorgeous babe stepped out of one of the doorways and says to me, “Hello, spacer. “I thought you were talking about the women on the second floor.”
“What second floor?” he says looking really surprised. It was real. After I had taken a few sips, Fred leaned in real close and said, “Nothing like the real thing, is there?”
He took a sip of his own drink and then added, “Same with women.”
That got my attention.
