<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>There was a combination of warmth and exasperation when she said she liked spending time with him.  "Yeah, me too.  We don't get to do this enough."  He thought about saying more, but knew it would just be a little passive-aggressive remark on how often she was busy.  Granted, every once in a while he was working when she was free, but more often than not it was the other way around.  "Hm?"  he asked, having been caught inside his mind.  "Oh, no, just looking around."<br/><br/>He hadn't been looking around, but he started now to cover his tracks.  It was then that he noticed the buzzing, too loud to mean anything but inevitability.  The harvesters were already in sight, and clearly heading toward them.  More accurately, toward<i>her.</i>"Candice, run!"<br/><br/>It was too late, as the bugs were upon them before they were halfway to the building.  He kept his body between her and the harvesters as they closed, but they were too fast, and simply swooped around him, leaving him to watch as they slammed against her without so much as brushing against his arm.