Nexus held out his other palm, and she poured generously into it. she then watched as he furiously rubbed his palms together again, and began to gently massage the sides of her temple.
He did it gently. In concentric circles, applying the right amount of pressure to soothe. Lady Russell moaned. But not in pain.
Nexus found himself in a bit of a fix.
He saw now that he would have to undress the Lady Russell, and reach down to the parts that needed contact. But how could he do so? He was already pushing his luck by laying hands on the matriarch.
All the tension began to make Nexus stiff. He could almost picture the look on Nora's face as he attempted to undress her mother. If he dared to fondle her in Nora's presence, not even the powerful A.I. system would be able to save him.
He would be executed.
Shit.
He had promised Nora he would heal her. And now, pradoxically, Nora was the one standing in the way of fulfilling his promise.
