diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
index 4ddadcf95aa1e5b2cace3c7ea4bd3634b6d4e23a..536b02441e5551b0617a5782606c5d5faf3be70c 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
@@ -1713,10 +1713,10 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
const r = [];
r.push(`<p>A moment later, a beet red Cathy was stuttering an apology to an even redder Martha. "Don't worry about it, it was just a pleasant surprise." She smiled and pressed her breasts against Cathy's. "Hope to see you 'round soon darlin'." Martha pulled her into a hug and whispered softly into her ear. "I know it's hard to adjust to, but I think you'll do just fine here." She pressed a piece of paper into Cathy's cleavage and sashayed away.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Cathy fished it out to see it was an email and phone number with a lip print in bright red lipstick. "Oh my," Annie said, her eyes dancing with amusement. "It looks like you've made a friend." She turned to her husband and said, "I think they'd make a cute couple, wouldn't you?" Scott examined Cathy for a second before nodding. "So long as she makes an honest woman out of her, she has my blessing." Cathy just slowly fumed, her face scarlet in embarrassment. A moment passed before Annie couldn't take it anymore and let out loud, breast quaking, laughter.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Cathy glared at Annie "She was just being friendly." This just sent Annie into another fit of bosom shaking hysterics. Scott attempted to steady his wife. "Cathy, do you remember the remote she gave you?" She nodded warily. "You don't need one of those to call a waitress. The menus have a button that calls the nearest one to the table," he explained. "Remotes like that are typically reserved for VIPs or favored customers." Her brow furrowed. "But you're the owner! Why wouldn't she leave one with you?" He gave her a small grin and said, " Indeed I am, but she gave the remote to you, not me." Cathy thought that over for a second before putting her head in her hands and sulked.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy glared at Annie "She was just being friendly." This just sent Annie into another fit of bosom shaking hysterics. Scott attempted to steady his wife. "Cathy, do you remember the remote she gave you?" She nodded warily. "You don't need one of those to call a waitress. The menus have a button that calls the nearest one to the table," he explained. "Remotes like that are typically reserved for VIPs or favored customers." Her brow furrowed. "But you're the owner! Why wouldn't she leave one with you?" He gave her a small grin and said, "Indeed I am, but she gave the remote to you, not me." Cathy thought that over for a second before putting her head in her hands and sulked.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After a few seconds, Annie's laughter had died down to jiggling chortles. She wiped a tear from her eye, smiled and said, "Oh dear sweet kitten, never change." The chortling slowed and so did the wobbling of her bosom.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Finally, she let out a long relaxed sigh before saying, "On that note, I think it's time to head back. Coming, Sadie?" Sadie nodded and took up a position beside Annie. They linked arms and presented their bottoms to Scott. He gave both their asses a quick smack and said, "Off you go." Annie wiggled her bottom. "Daddy," she whined plaintively, her eyes bright with amusement. He sighed good-naturedly and gave both her cheeks a solid smack. She squealed and tittered, her eyes twinkling, then wobbled to the door and out of sight.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The party made their way to an elevator past the dessert counter and went up a floor. The grocery portion of Blue Barn had much the same aesthetic as downstairs: all Cedar and Oak construction, and pendant lamps hanging above. The hardwood floor was polished in the way only an obsessive compulsive could manage. Immediately out of the elevator were lines of wooden shelves and tables bearing Blue Barn merchandise.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The party made their way to an elevator past the dessert counter and went up a floor. The grocery portion of Blue Barn had much the same aesthetic as downstairs: all Cedar and Oak construction, and pendant lamps hanging above. The hardwood floor was polished in the way only an obsessive-compulsive could manage. Immediately out of the elevator were lines of wooden shelves and tables bearing Blue Barn merchandise.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>There were posters, coasters, clothing and all manner of little knickknacks, but the true star of the show were the plushies. Rows upon rows of them covered the shelves and tables arranged in little displays, all of them made in the image of cows working at the creamery. One table had the plushies in a mini concert hall, the ones on stage wielding toy instruments that had 'Press me!' stickers on them. Another table had them arranged in what looked to be a garden party. Spread across two tables was a diorama of the creamery with plushies placed throughout it. One plushie that looked distinctly like Martha was plopped behind the dessert counter. Another was placed near the elevators and if one looked closely they could see a matching cowslave sat drowsing amongst the merchandise.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The cow was young, busty, even for the arcology, and heavily pregnant. She wore what looked to be Holstein print pajamas with a hood made to look like a stylized cow. Her strawberry blonde hair was mussed with sleep and she cradled a plushie in one arm. Truly, she looked like a daughter waiting for her daddy to come home. As the party approached, she began to stir.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Scott reached out and began to gently pat her head. "How are you doing, Tabby?" Tabby just made a sound of contentment and pressed into his hand, luxuriating in his touch. After a few moments, she yawned and blinked, looking up at him. For a beat she just stared at him, her sleep addled brain struggling to process the sight in front of her. Finally, the penny dropped.</p>`);
@@ -1741,7 +1741,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>Produce now acquired, the group continued on until they came to a deli counter. Beneath the glass was a cornucopia of comestibles. Various kinds of meat, both vat-grown and organic, were on display. Countless varieties of cheese were on offer, each possessing a stylized picture of the cows that provided the milk. A particular wheel of cheddar had a picture of a quartet of cows performing a thorough investigation of each other's tonsils while playing a game of hide the vibrator.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>A stand next to the counter held a sign bearing a picture of a slave presenting her breasts to the viewer. The view of the slave's breasts was obscured by a synthetic pair attached to the sign. Above the picture were the words 'Tease for service'. Scott reached out and tweaked the nipples on the fake breasts and was rewarded with a distant squeak, followed by a soft voice calling out, "Coming!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The slave appeared a second later, her face flushed. She was more cute than pretty, her figure somewhat petite compared to her coworkers. She wore her brown hair in a neat bun tucked under her hairnet. She wore the same lewd maid uniform as Martha and the name 'Beth' was written across the slope of her left breast.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>A smile spread across Beth's face when she saw Scott. "Hey master, didn't expect ya." He returned her smile, "Just here to get a few things. Could I get my usual? " She gave him a quick nod and said, "Sure thing", before grabbing some salami and getting to work at the slicer. A few minutes later, she was wrapping up slices of various meats and cheeses and handed them to Scott. As he set the packages in the cart he remembered something, "Beth, could you tell Gabe I want to see her first thing tomorrow? "</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>A smile spread across Beth's face when she saw Scott. "Hey master, didn't expect ya." He returned her smile, "Just here to get a few things. Could I get my usual?" She gave him a quick nod and said, "Sure thing", before grabbing some salami and getting to work at the slicer. A few minutes later, she was wrapping up slices of various meats and cheeses and handed them to Scott. As he set the packages in the cart he remembered something, "Beth, could you tell Gabe I want to see her first thing tomorrow? "</p>`);
r.push(`<p>A troubled expression crossed her face. She asked tentatively, "Tabby?" He nodded. "Tabby." She shook her head and let out a sigh. "Gabe's been giving it to us pretty hard, but she's really been railing Tabby lately." Her features gain a speculative look. "If I could give some advice?" Scott nodded. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into the counter. "You could try knocking her up. She's getting towards that age where women start going baby crazy if they haven't already popped out a few. Could be why she's so hard on Tabby." She drummed out a little beat on the counter. "Alternatively, you could just smack her around a bit and see if that calms her down." She put a hand under her chin, her face thoughtful. "Although, if you do that you may have to make time to bend her over your knee." Cathy let out a sound of disgust. "What would hitting her solve?" Beth shrugged and said, "Sometimes a bitch needs a smack." A quick look from Scott silenced any retort from Cathy. "I'll see what I can do. See you tomorrow, Beth."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>As they moved away from the deli, Scott pulled out an orange and began to fiddle with it. A moment later, Cathy spoke up, "I have to ask, why do you have a store like this?" He frowned at her, but encouraged her to continue."I mean, space is at a premium here right? You could just have a website with your products and ship 'em to people." He nodded to her and said, "That's true, but it's not as expensive as you might think. And we do offer delivery through our app. If the customer lives in another arcology with Under Road access, they can get express delivery; provided that they're willing to stomach the expense."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>He spun the orange in his hand, then pointed it at her for emphases. "But, you're looking at this from the wrong angle." Cathy tilted her head in curiosity as he continued. "While many people outside are content to eat cheap food delivered by drone, people here have more discerning tastes." With a flick of the hand, the orange flew up and he caught it as it fell. "They want a taste of how things used to be, they want to gather their food with their own two hands, they want service with a smile. And you can't get that with automated delivery." He gestured around him. "It may be less 'efficient', but shopping like this is a luxury few get to enjoy anymore and people will pay handsomely for the experience." Cathy didn't say anything, but looked to be considering his words.</p>`);