He could see her pulling at the bit, straining to be free, and while he hated himself for doing it, he hadn't been able to change how he felt, staying...home and going to a college close enough to commute so that he could keep the boys away. Lydia was his, and now she was going to be made to know it.He reached down and pulled aside the flap in his boxers, letting his cock free of it's imprisoning fabric. It stood, hard and proud, straining upwards from his reclined form. Jack took it in his hand,. In those days there was little enough knowledge or guidance for any robot on establishing a quasi-equal relationship with any human. And even to this day, so many 'bot/human relationships were failing due to First Owner Syndrome." You mean where our first owner has trouble in seeing us as more than an obedient machine, and considers self-awareness a malfunction that interferes with obedience?" That," I agreed, having not ever even heard of this term until well after my time with Samuel, "and. It took up the whole end of the bathroom. It was a walk-in, formed by a short partition wall with the opening on the right, the bottom two feet of the wall was tiled and had tempered glass sitting on top reaching to seven feet. It had a multiple spray shower head and a separate rinse hose, a built in seat in both of the corners opposite the glass and a hand rail along the wall and a foam mat on the floor. I followed Beth into the shower and since Dan had installed an on-demand water heater, the. Katriana, Ashryn, Voss and I were lying on the floor of the arena, bound by Hold Person spells (or whatever stupid name that spell had in this universe). We were all still alive, but for how much longer was anyone’s guess.The only other person still alive in the arena was Mariska, who had taken a hard right into mad religious nutcase territory and never looked back, cackling and capering with joy now that she had managed to unseal Malgarath the Firelord from the mountain he was imprisoned under.