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meal before, but now he looked down at the half-burned globular mess.
    “What did you do to this?” Rider had the flexion coffee cup in his hand, tilting the thick gunk inside from side to side.
    “I can’t cook, Master,” Cherry mumbled, still kneeling at his feet with her head bowed.
    That was no lie, Rider decided as he eyed the chunkiness of the suicide food offering. The puzzle was a sex bot that could not cook. They were manufactured especially for these postal carriers. Perhaps it was something to do with this virgin model business? Hell, he hated to cook, but he loved to eat, and he’d even brought along some fresh produce in anticipation of his sex bot’s culinary skills.
    Rider bent over and took hold of Cherry’s incredibly soft bare arms, bringing her to her feet in front of him. “It’s all right, pudding, I will teach you.”
    “Thank you, Master,” Cherry murmured with a shy smile as she peeked up through her long golden eyelashes at him.
    Rider clasped her slim waist and turned her toward the hatch leading out of the control room. “The first thing that you need to know, Cherry, is to trust your taste buds. And you, sweet thing, have got a good tongue.”
     
    Chapter Five
     
    “Oh, blue blazes!” Lisette swore up into the darkness surrounding her. She knew bawdier curse words, but thought a lady, and soon-to-be mother, should not have a foul mouth. Only it was night . . . hours since she’d helped Rider fix a meal and then helped him eat it. It was a good thing that Rider had said that he liked his sex bots to eat with him even though he knew that she did not need to eat.
    “But how come I’m sleeping alone with no sex?” Lisette muttered, punching the pillow on the sunken cradle cot she laid in. Rider had ordered her to bed shortly after she’d cleaned up after the meal, but that had been hours ago! And where was he?
    Darn, Rider had wasted all that good sperm earlier and now he wouldn’t come to bed to give her more! And, put it where he was supposed to! Why did she get the feeling that he wasn’t going to either and she could not argue with him when he insisted on all the Master business. She’d even stripped naked waiting for him. Maybe she should go looking for him, saying that she had a bad dream. Oh heck, a sex bot having a bad dream? Right!
    Lisette wiggled on the bed recalling the way Rider kept looking at her while they fixed dinner together. His heated looks had made her feel all achy between her thighs so much so that she wanted to rub down there right now. She’d never masturbated before, nor particularly understood it, but she’d never felt like this before. She jumped up from the bed and walked the few paces to the closed hatch. If anyone was going to rub her achy sex, it was going to be Rider!
    Still, she flipped on the wall lamp and gazed down at her nakedness. Brave she was or needed to be, but not this brave. She needed something to wear. After rummaging through Rider’s things she found an odd assortment of feminine clothes, if a person could call them that, in a big trunk under his cradle bed. There were lacy panties with no crotches, silk bras with holes in the middle of the cups, frilly see-through aprons, and finally, amid more concoctions, there was a sheer baby-doll nightgown that was indecently short.
    Lisette put this on feeling the blush pink material slide delightfully along her nude flesh. Her butt cheeks were exposed beneath the frilly hem and the curly blond hair between her thighs peeked out in front. A deliciously wicked tingle shivered up her bare legs as she thought about being exposed this way. But it was sex she wanted, wasn’t it? Still, she thought about putting on a pair of the lacy panties, but then she decided that they would leave her as exposed with their slits.
    She nibbled at her full bottom lip and drummed up her courage as she padded barefoot to the hatch to open it and step through. Now, she just needed to be brazen and go find