I wanted to say the statue I remembered was a dog, but the big steel-gray dog was already so alive in my memory, not still and cold like the vivid ima...e that had just popped into my mind. “It is a wolf,” came the crackling voice of the butler from the front of the car. “It stands guard over the lake-side entrance to the house.” I almost laughed at the searing glare the house-keeper threw (through the rear-view mirror) at the old man, but I was afraid if I did, somehow the butler’s. "The program they let us experiment with at Quantico would never do it." Ten bucks says ours will," Ann said.Art blushed. "Can't meet your bet. I don't have a dime — remember?"It was Ann's turn to look embarrassed. "Sorry. I forgot you had to leave everything. No money then, and I don't bet for real, anyway. But I still say our software will recognize you." He may be right, Ann," the Prime cautioned. "Art has been introduced to our AI and would normally be recognized when we start back up the. I was up bright and early the next morning and was able to catch breakfast in the casino restaurant. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast hit the spot. I was trying to kill time with my second cup of coffee when I noticed my waitress had a big shiner. She was trying to hide it by combing her hair forward but it wasn't working. She was a nice looking girl in her mid-forties. I watched her flit from table to table, doing her best to keep everyone happy. I got the feeling that this was something. I was right, because when I walked in the door, Carla just started walking to my room and waved for me to follow. As soon as we had the door closed, she was all over me, stripping me, rubbing her hands over my chest, and stroking my throbbing, jutting cock. She pushed me on the bed, so that I was on my back, my cock standing up like a drunken flagpole waving in circles. I was naked and longed to see her sexy little body without clothes and with her back turned toward me, she pulled her pajama.