The next day..

With a yawn I awoke, turning to the side to look at the alarm. 7:41 Am.

“Wow, I slept in.” Thought I.

A quick stretch and saunter to the kitchen for some coffee. I lamented that I was almost out, but didn’t want to default to the instant stuff - that was for pure emergencies.

Then a thought came to assail me.

I went and got the Catcher from beside the bed and wondered. “Well, I better make sure that whatever I try and swap it for is edible..”

I poured out a measure of powdered milk, figuring this was a safe bet.

Flipped the Emerald lens and let it focus on what little coffee I had left (some really rich Ethiopian beans).

The glow outlined them, not entirely unlike a video game’s outline around fallen loot.

I turned to the powdered milk.

Pushed the button on top of the catcher.

I blinked and saw more of the glorious coffee waiting for me.

“Yeah!” I cried out loud.

Then thought “This opens new doors..”

Then added “But first, coffee.”

Later that morning when the clock showed 8:10 I mused.

“If there were a difference in flavor between the coffee and the new one, my tongue couldn’t tell the difference.”

I contemplated the ramifications of this. So many were obvious ones, but I figured I would wait for the matter of wealth securement later.

I was fortunate that my costs were low enough that I could work at a job I enjoyed rather one that paid well.

Speaking of…

I frowned slightly at the clock. “Have to head to the store before long” I muttered.

I felt a vague stirring and glanced at the Cock Sleeve on my desk.

With a grin I wandered over and picked her up. “Well Chantal, would hardly be a punishment if I didn’t use you every day..”

There was a very quiet whimper, as I once more turned her into my masturbation tool.