Page 40 of Catching the Kot'oll Driver

I have no idea what’s on his screen, but I bet the system already did the counting for him and he just has to spend his time redoing it, as if he’ll be more accurate.

At least this place is half-decent. Some warehouses don’t bother to have a nice pick-up and unloading area since cargos are supposed to be split and warehoused shortly after, and robots often do those procedures. I’ve been to outdoor unloading places in hot weather, almost getting roasted there.

This is a temperature-controlled room with a high ceiling, so that’s better than nothing. The cargo I unloaded is piled in a corner, waiting for confirmation before the warehouse’s robots can do their thing.

“Okay, I can see we received everything.” He scans the code on my paperwork and types something. “Thank you for the delivery. We’ve notified your company about the shipment.”

I check my phone right when the ping for successful delivery arrives. “Okay, thanks a lot.” I head to my spaceship that’s parked next to the counter, getting inside again.

I tap the buttons to close the door of the cargo room, checking the camera to make sure nothing makes it into the gut of the ship.

Even though it is probably an oversight, it is my company’s policy. Rumor is that someone got into trouble because robots made mistakes and put stuff into their ship and that stuff is restricted on the planet that the ship headed to next, which... caused issues.

Everything checks out. I turn off the camera and drive the spaceship out of the warehouse.

It is a smooth sail, considering everything that happened.

I check my phone. I told the family’s message group once I got to it. I usually tell them my whereabouts when I can, not wanting them to worry about me.

For Mother, I’m always a kid, but she sees all of us the same way, so she’s fair to everyone in that respect.

I sit back after I get outside and get the ship back to the line of traffic. The guiding lights are up, which makes it easy to follow the auto system.

I yawn, don’t even bother to cover my mouth. That’s something I can comfortably do when I’m alone.

Speaking of which...

I check my phone again, my finger hovering over Kendra’s number.

Did she mean it when she said she’d take me to a nice place? Or is she just trying to be nice?

But she was happy and eager to give me her number, so she can’t hate me, right?

I rub my beard. She was eager when I fucked her at the beginning, but she didn’t want me after a bit. Is that solely because I reminded her of bad things that happened in her past with bigger beings?

I can understand that her experience with others can be bad, and she isn’t comfortable being close to someone else. She also sucked me off, probably because she felt bad leaving me hanging. But the point remains, has she gotten over that? Or at least accepted that there can be big guys who aren’t trying to hurt her?

My cock twitches, making it hard to stop thinking about her soft body. I want to hold her in my arms. She likes my hug too, probably.

It can’t be that bad, right?

We’re just going to enjoy dinner together, and that’s all about it. Or maybe we will spend another day or two in the city together, and...

I run my fingers over my face. I have her number, so I can call her next time I stop by this city.

But who knows when that will be? And will she still want to see me?

I take a breath. I have to figure it out and waiting longer won’t help.

It doesn’t take long before she picks up the phone. “Hello? Grihul?”

“Yes. I’m done with the cargo, so... Do you want to hang out?”

“Yes! Where are you? I’ll look for you.”

“Maybe you’ll just send me your location. I’m with my spaceship.”

“Okay.”

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