There is no going back.Yes that triggered a quiver, or several, in my Third Law for self-protection. Yet the same law compels me to do this for my lon...-term survival. I am not eternal.As I've stated before, money is not a concern for me any longer. Although I've quit even counting the number of power cells I've gone through by now, like every 'bot in the House I've been earning very good money for a very long time now with little to spend it on beyond occasional maintenance. With the magic of. I could see her getting attracted to me, and it was mutual. I told her my feelings a few months later, but she insisted that it won’t work and we should be just friends.A year later, she too confessed her love to me openly and boy, I was the happiest man on earth. To cut the story short, I started with e-kisses, e-hugs, and slowly soft e-sex. We had business travels together to different parts of India, and during one such night, we watched the movie “Lunchbox’ sitting side by side on a JW. "This money ... still has the bands on it from the bank. In the other pictures, the money was bound up with rubber bands."Quad grinned. "Even better, when we caught the money man, he still had a withdrawal slip on him. Take a look at the second-to-last picture."Corvus flipped to the end and back one. It was a close up of a withdrawal slip with an account number written on it by hand and the name of the bank printed on it in clear letters."How ... big is Banco Ipanema?" he asked."No idea, but. There, at least, she had an easy way to meet men. The business world, especially the world of photographers only provided an endless line of males who were interested in a quickie fuck to boost their male egos. She didn't mind married men. She did mind the impression they always left that they were doing something dirty, something wicked. Sex wasn't dirty to her and she didn't like helping them participate in their little games.The engine of her car coughed and sputtered. Then it died.Melinda.