I scrolled through them again. They took meticulous photographs as they removed evidence piece by piece. I found the section I wanted and advanced slowly through pictures of a team member carefully removing the shirt. The jeans were still in the same position, so it was unlikely to be a botched robbery. Besides, there wasn’t any evidence that anything was missing.
I went backward a several more photos and examined the comforter. The slight rumpling of the fabric I’d noticed when I was on site appeared consistent with Chuck’s mishap when he tried to undress.
“Go to video. Resume playback.” The coffee was halfway to my lips when I began coughing and had to set the mug down on the table. “Dammit,” I muttered. “Okay, resume playback.”
◦ ◦ ◦
“I know you will,” Wolfe snorted on the video. “Come up with something from the Kamasutra that doesn’t require me to be flexible like some damn Chinese gymnast.”
“I think I know what you want, baby.” Kelly looked down at her own body, cupping her breasts and her pelvis undulated sensually before focusing on Wolfe.
◦ ◦ ◦
I could tell by the way the camera moved slightly left and up, right and down, and then repeated the motion as she walked toward her client that she threw her hips seductively into each step.
He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the chair out of the camera’s view. Unfortunately, I got Kelly’s view of her kissing him when they came together. First his mouth and then trailing down his hairy body until his dick was front and center in the camera view. I forced myself to watch as the shaft, glistening with wetness, appeared slowly, then disappeared below the camera’s angle, presumably into the robot’s mouth.
◦ ◦ ◦
“Yeah…” Wolfe moaned. “You know what I want.”
Kelly’s arm reached through his legs as she continued to service him and then he took a quick gasp of air. The upper part of the droid’s arm began to move slightly as she fingered him slowly at first and then rapidly. “Oh, God, yes. Jackie won’t do this. Oh, God, I’m gonna— You need to stop for a second or I’m gonna blow.”
◦ ◦ ◦
She pulled back and once again, his dick covered the screen as she slid her arm from between his legs. In the top corner of the camera, I saw Kelly’s hand, three fingers extended and a small amount of feces around the base of each. I guess that’s what he wanted that his wife wouldn’t do.
I dismissed Wolfe’s sexual preference and picked up my coffee again. Then, out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something. “Pause,” I said. “Rewind ten seconds. Play.”
The video played back. Kelly’s fingers once again came away from Wolfe’s anus. Her head turned to follow Charles and in the split second before her hand disappeared from view, it vibrated and the feces disappeared. “Reverse three seconds. Enlarge upper left quadrant. Play frame by frame.”
The material was there on her fingers and then disappeared. It didn’t look like it fell off; it seemed to evaporate. “Repeat the sequence.”
“Replay the last three seconds in slow motion?” Andi asked.
“Yes. Pay attention to the material on the robot’s fingers.”
Andi took over the video playback, enlarging the section once again and flipping frame by frame until she came to the four frames in question. It was clearly present in the first and the hand was steady enough not to be blurred. In the next frame, the edges of the fingers were blurry and the material reduced. The same thing appeared in the next frame and by the fourth frame, the blurriness had cleared and the material was gone.
“Holy shit.” I laughed at my choice of words. “Andi, save that segment. I don’t know if it’s important, but it’s definitely odd.”
“Got it.”
“Can the CS98 clean itself?” I muttered. It made sense that as advanced as these things were, that they could somehow clean off body fluids, but how?
“I found this
I went backward a several more photos and examined the comforter. The slight rumpling of the fabric I’d noticed when I was on site appeared consistent with Chuck’s mishap when he tried to undress.
“Go to video. Resume playback.” The coffee was halfway to my lips when I began coughing and had to set the mug down on the table. “Dammit,” I muttered. “Okay, resume playback.”
◦ ◦ ◦
“I know you will,” Wolfe snorted on the video. “Come up with something from the Kamasutra that doesn’t require me to be flexible like some damn Chinese gymnast.”
“I think I know what you want, baby.” Kelly looked down at her own body, cupping her breasts and her pelvis undulated sensually before focusing on Wolfe.
◦ ◦ ◦
I could tell by the way the camera moved slightly left and up, right and down, and then repeated the motion as she walked toward her client that she threw her hips seductively into each step.
He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the chair out of the camera’s view. Unfortunately, I got Kelly’s view of her kissing him when they came together. First his mouth and then trailing down his hairy body until his dick was front and center in the camera view. I forced myself to watch as the shaft, glistening with wetness, appeared slowly, then disappeared below the camera’s angle, presumably into the robot’s mouth.
◦ ◦ ◦
“Yeah…” Wolfe moaned. “You know what I want.”
Kelly’s arm reached through his legs as she continued to service him and then he took a quick gasp of air. The upper part of the droid’s arm began to move slightly as she fingered him slowly at first and then rapidly. “Oh, God, yes. Jackie won’t do this. Oh, God, I’m gonna— You need to stop for a second or I’m gonna blow.”
◦ ◦ ◦
She pulled back and once again, his dick covered the screen as she slid her arm from between his legs. In the top corner of the camera, I saw Kelly’s hand, three fingers extended and a small amount of feces around the base of each. I guess that’s what he wanted that his wife wouldn’t do.
I dismissed Wolfe’s sexual preference and picked up my coffee again. Then, out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something. “Pause,” I said. “Rewind ten seconds. Play.”
The video played back. Kelly’s fingers once again came away from Wolfe’s anus. Her head turned to follow Charles and in the split second before her hand disappeared from view, it vibrated and the feces disappeared. “Reverse three seconds. Enlarge upper left quadrant. Play frame by frame.”
The material was there on her fingers and then disappeared. It didn’t look like it fell off; it seemed to evaporate. “Repeat the sequence.”
“Replay the last three seconds in slow motion?” Andi asked.
“Yes. Pay attention to the material on the robot’s fingers.”
Andi took over the video playback, enlarging the section once again and flipping frame by frame until she came to the four frames in question. It was clearly present in the first and the hand was steady enough not to be blurred. In the next frame, the edges of the fingers were blurry and the material reduced. The same thing appeared in the next frame and by the fourth frame, the blurriness had cleared and the material was gone.
“Holy shit.” I laughed at my choice of words. “Andi, save that segment. I don’t know if it’s important, but it’s definitely odd.”
“Got it.”
“Can the CS98 clean itself?” I muttered. It made sense that as advanced as these things were, that they could somehow clean off body fluids, but how?
“I found this
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