The contract was signed, though; this was her life now. At least that’s what her agent had told her a few years ago at the height of her career. Being Lady Amelia Windsor, 41st in line to the succession of the British throne did not help pay her debts but reluctantly licking armpits for a few years would. The scanner wasn’t equipped with DNA-scanning technology but Griffin provided a pint of the stuff anyway. “Sir, with a small team and minimal resources I think I can develop a universal…” But the man and his underwear were gone. Once he caught his breath, he gave them a push, and, on their return, put all of his weight into powerful hooks and uppercuts for another ten minutes. Though she occasionally got to sit a foot away from Griffin, the timing never seemed right to pitch her revolutionary ideas. Rivulets of milk spilled on the side of her mouth and dirtied the counter. She really was the best. The majority shareholder of Amapplesoft created waves in his bed with further stretching and rolling around. Griffin frowned before using her cupped hand as a spoon and she knew she would be reassigned tomorrow. Squirt after squirt, he filled the entire receptacle at the end of the convulsing chute.
