Margaret approached her face to Mansour and looked at him intently. Mansour realized that he had to do something now… but what? Not being able to come up with anything better, he hugged her firmly and kissed her on the lips.
«It was beautiful», Margaret said quietly a couple of minutes later when they interrupted the kiss to take a breath. «Still, do you have a sex robot? Actually, what a silly question. Of course, you do…»
«Ehm… I am ashamed to admit that I turned my sex robot off a year ago», Mansour said.
Margaret laughed loud once more.
«Well, it is simply since I…» Mansour tried to find words to justify and prove that he has no problem with potency, but Margaret, laughingly, exclaimed:
«I turned my robot off two years ago and thought I was the only one on the entire planet who is that crazy!»
Mansour hugged her again and kissed her.
«Let’s go!» he said. «I certainly don’t have a white-gold level, but my bed is soft and wide!»
«No!» Margarethe said playfully. «No bed! Didn’t you say there’s no CCTV on the lower level? To the alley!!»
Having grabbed him by the coat collar, with the determination of the athlete, psyched for a victory, Margaret dragged the last and only writer of the Earth into the darkness.