We threw back few shots here and there. Handsome men surrounding us offering to buy drinks. We were on the verge of tipping the scale. I had a boyfrie...d already so no men phased me. I can not say I did not think on it. I were and am a faithful girl to one man. All of us were dancing and singing to the latest popular songs. Our hair getting sweaty falling from the style we had it in. Whoever says a girl stay pretty always was a liar or he partied with the wrong women..hehe. We all decided that. It wasn’t but a week later that I got a frantic phone call from Sarah. She said her basement was getting flooded and she could hear water rushing in and didn’t know what to do. I told her I’d be right over. I grabbed my rubber boots and headed next door. She met me at the door nearly in tears. “The basement…it’s its filling up with water,” she stammered. “Please can you do something?”, she pleaded. She was now sobbing. Despite the gravity in her voice, I couldn’t help but notice how her. He said the one that fit her the best was hers, compliments of T. He left the room and she did as instructed, deciding on the first luxurious handmade garment. It was black and maroon, outrageously sexy with a lace up front, and fit her like a glove. She left it on and put her heavy winter clothes back on, and slipped her comparably frumpy underwear into her pocket. She had thought they were sexy until she saw herself in what had been given to her. She stepped into the showroom.“Ah, Miss. Darlene asked Terri to monitor Malin's progress on a regular basis, and Terri was meticulous in her examinations. If something changed, Terri would be the first to know.Darlene hoped that being surrounded by so many other self-willed fembots would be good for Malin, and it seemed like this exposure was having its effect. Terri reported that Malin was utilizing more of her own mind each time she checked in on her, and showed particular leaps after occurrences where one of the other fembots would.