After a night spent in Bonnie's arms, Einstein revised his stance on s*x. Actually, he pretty much erased all his previous erroneous suppositions. s*x was good. Great. Incredible. Totally necessary and addictive. He'd lost count of the number of times he and Bonnie indulged. Okay, not true, he'd ejaculated four times while she'd reached an orgasmic state six times, having the advantage of quick regeneration.
Even better, with s*x out of the way, he finally felt at ease with himself again. More in control. Relaxed. It figured his friends would notice.
Glancing up from his console, Seth said a brief hello before looking down again. Barely a second passed before his head snapped back up and his eyes widened. "Holy s**t. I don't believe it. Einstein finally got a piece."
"A piece of what?"
