.The two then wandered in the night, until Max found an old abandoned warehouse. It was for a fabric factory, and inside was still plastered with drap...s of soft cotton sheets thrown about in the dark semi-moonlight. They both laid down on their backs and glared up at the almost sky high factory ceiling. The soothing humm of a few bats echoed the air. Max was wearing a white vest and blue shorts. He reached down hesitantly and put his hand inbetween the robot's legs. Immediately, a penis pushed. I just read horoscopes for entertainment purposes, I swear. Anyhow, I was sitting there moping over Parvati Singh dumping my ass on this gloomy afternoon in late February 2012 when someone came and sat at the computer terminal next to me. A tall, beautiful young woman with dark brown skin and long hair braided into neat cornrows. This gal was African for real, and she looked mighty fine, as my Somali-born friend Bilal might say. I looked at her and smiled. She looked at me, smiled and said. My name is Rick. I live in a little dingy floating on the banks of the Seine. I used to work as a trash collector in my thirties and now I'm pretty much unemployed after I was fired because one of the guy's who's thrash I used to clear had me fired for doing something that him and my employer both found pretty unforgivable.Years back, when I was around 38 or so, I worked around the villages around Lyon, going from house to house collecting the thrash and taking it away in one of those tiny haul. "Jesus, Cat. Fuck the clothes, buy me a new Ferrari instead." You want a Ferrari?" She looked at me seriously a second. I shook my head."No, but it's nice to know that if I'm a good boy, I can look forward to something in the Christmas stocking." She laughed."Naw, seriously, you want a Ferrari?" I am about one more speeding ticket away from having my license jerked right now. If I was driving one of those, it would be gone in a week for sure and then how do you think I'd feel looking at that.