"Someone's in my honeypot." Madra suddenly announced in the middle of a silence.
"Uh, excuse me?" I stammered, almost jealous. As far as I knew, no one else had used the sexbox since Madra picked me up.
"Sounds puerile, eh? It's nothing of the sort, Henry, so put the safety back on your hairtrigger libido. According to my local copy of
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