Chapter 337

I didn't really need to sleep, but I faked it anyway. I faked it while I assessed what Edsel had told me. Most of it rang true, not all, but then no one really tells the whole truth.

After she fell asleep I took a close look at her arms with my night vision. An eighteen year old junkie wouldn't likely bother to hide her tracks very well. Even with inferred I couldn't find any scars. That only meant that she wasn't shooting anything in college. She could still have been sniffing and/or smoking.

My facts integrated into probabilities program came up with a 70% likelihood that she used something to lose that much weight. The program said the drug itself was a reinforcement. The weight loss was also a positive reinforcement as well as a suitable justification. Withdrawal was the negative reinforcement, which might explained the continued use past the normal height, weight ratio. Four years of amphetamine use would have reeked havoc on her body, I knew that from my old memories. My probabilities program is really no more than a human guess. That guess was refined by removing the emotional weight from one side or the other. Ie I like chocolate, so I am more likely to guess chocolate less fattening than Caramel.

I reran the images from the Cop Out Club, no matter how she acted I never saw Edsel take a drink. I lay there beside her all night quietly saving my energy after I made my decision.

At five o'clock in the morning she began to stir. I waited quietly for her to come to almost full consciousness before I slipped my finger between her legs. I began to gently stroke her clit while I kissed her neck. She came back to full consciousness in what I remember as the most pleasant way possible. She did slip out of bed and into the bathroom.

After several minutes the toilet flushed, then she returned. I began to work on her again. She came up slowly like a coffee pot that seemed to take forever to boil. When she was almost at the peak, I asked, "How long have you been clean?"

She instantly came all the way down. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I asked, how long has it been since you used?" I said it quietly and calmly.

"I'm not a junkie," she said.

"Listen to what I said, not what you think I said. I asked how long you had been clean. No way did I imply that you are a junkie," I replied. "I actually suggested that you were in recovery."

"I entered rehab the day after I graduated college. I have not used since. That was five years ago. Do you need to see my chip?" she asked.

"No, did you turn tricks, or did you sell, to pay for your drugs?" I asked.

"A little of both," she replied. "I'm not proud of it, and I don't want it to get around."

"Did you enter into the relationship with the married Doctor knowing you were going to blackmail her into repairing your body?" I asked. It was time to make her take a hard look at herself, if she hadn't already.

"Yes, but the sex with her was a nice bonus. She was my first real lover." she said.

"Oh really?" I asked, forcing her to take that look again.

"Okay she was kind of a customer still, but I wasn't high ever. In a way that made it more about the emotion than the benefits." She thought a moment then added. "Nah it was mostly about what she could do for me. I saw you with the virgin boy and you give a good blow job, but then so do I. It's about not being too emotionally invested. If you stay in control and constantly think, what next? it is better for the guy, no matter what they say. They say they want you to love doing it, but shit all they really want is to get off."

"That's been my experience too. Actually it's the same with women for me. To get the results I want, I do what is necessary." I said.

"So you got your results with me, now finish please," she said smiling.

"I always pay my debts," I said as I slipped down the bed and between her legs. I licked the vulva completely first, several times actually, Then I used my fingers to expose her clit. Once I had captured it with the tip of my tongue, I slipped that finger into the opening of her vagina. I worked my finger inside her warm canal and began to pump her as I licked and manipulated her clit.

All the honesty had an effect on her as well as it had on me. She allowed me past her normal defenses, so that I could get deeper into the essence of Edsel as I worked her toward an orgasm. When she came it was with her hips pounding trying to force more of me inside her. I knew the feeling of never feeling full from my human days. I tried to fill her. Even when I knew she had all she could take her body still craved more. I knew the feeling and I knew I couldn't satisfy it, nothing ever could.

After she came she took a few minutes to recover then reached for me, but I stopped her. "I really have had enough," I said gently. Once I understood that she knew the same things I knew, then the illusion was gone. I also understood how the man, who wanted me to love sucking his cock felt. Unlike him I understood that getting off without the illusion is just masturbation using someone else's toys. Edsel and her toys fell back asleep.

Since the bathroom was at the top of the stairs, it was possible to use it without going through my bedroom. When I heard a flush an hour or so later I knew Reggie had used it. I lay still another forty odd minutes until the clock in my head said 7AM.

At that point I got out of bed and took a shower. While in there I emptied and flushed the holding areas of my body. I also filled my lubricant holding tank with water, then added an ounce of extra virgin olive oil. I always found the geek's insistence that it be extra virgin olive oil to be hilarious. 99% of it was expelling as a replacement for saliva, vaginal fluid, or to lube the expulsion shoot. In other words what possible difference would using Wesson oil make. Nonetheless I used the extra virgin olive oil, since I wanted to keep the warranty in effect.