Leave the house

You carefully withdraw the half-placid cock from your adultery partner whose eyes are dazed with pleasure. She reaches out, squeezing your hand and you nod. It's a mutual acknowledgeent that both would never talk about what had just happened. You put on your gear and then you slip back through the window.

As you leap onto a nearby roof, your mind is racing with what had just happened. Tsunami was right, the sex was good, but the thrill of sneaking into another house to proposition someone is different that what you had done before.

You pause near the docks, looking out over the moonlit water. The office you’re supposed to be setting up is halfway finished, and your clones are likely still working through stacks of paperwork or scouting construction materials. That leaves you with a lot of things to think about.