I hear the door lock latch. I didn’t dare look behind me. She placed both of her hands on my shoulders from behind me, as she leaned forward, her lu...cious breasts pressing against the back of my head. She pushed her hands down and on to my chest, feeling my pectorals. “You really need to pay closer attention in class,” she whispered. “I’m trying,” I replied. “Do you want a ride home today?” she whispered? How could I refuse? I couldn’t. She slipped her hand down to my crotch and felt for my. When I openedmy eyes I found myself laying on the living room. When I stood up, Inoticed that my front door was intact. Hmmm, maybe it was all a dream.That thought stayed with me for about two seconds. I looked down at myshirt and saw the burn hole that the lightning made when it hit me. Itouched the area where it struck me. It not only hurt but the burnleft a deep red mark on my chest. I cried out in pain in a voice thatdidn't belong to me. This voice was sultry and husky in a way thatwould. Second, it was my first experience in watching a 'bot being asked what she wanted. Nobody had ever cared what I wanted before. Even if this fembot couldn't yet act on her own wishes, she was able to create them and verbalize them to her owner. This was monumental for the time. Much later in my life in a conversation with Bill, I would logically put two plus two together to realize that he also met Lucy once, at a point where she had apparently evolved into true independence. I'm sorry that I. It was last year March when I was at my flat with my best friend Rocky waiting for our other friend Tasha. We were planning on going out that night so we started drinking early by dusk we were stumbling around but feeling okay because of the cold shower we had, I removed the door to the toilet because the hinges broke, and from the lounge you could see directly into the shower, we all showered quickly by the time Tasha showed up from work Tasha decided to shower, on one condition. We dim the.