To serve one purpose and one purpose only. I loved my husband. Bryan was the love of my life, but he was never rough and tumble. Sometimes that was wh...t a girl wanted! I saw the devilish smile on Derek's face, he knew what I was thinking. He started walking towards me and I started backing up, until I felt the cool wall behind me. "Well Janet?" he asked. "What do you think?"I swallowed before answering. "I think I am a married woman." I felt powerless and helpless in front of Derek, and I was. . I make enough to take care of us both. Easily.”“No, I think I LIKE this stuff. It’s just that it’s real. If I mess up there are bigger consequences than a bad grade at the top of the worksheet.”“Real jobs are like that, baby,” I said. “And the deeper you get, the more significant the consequences.”“Could be stocking shelves at the grocery store,” she said.“And the whole time you were doing it, your brain would be sitting idle...”“Yeah ... This makes me think. I have responsibilities.” She. "Yes, and one of the best, or so I'm told!" she chirped."Just what IS a pleasure drone?" I asked, finally finding something to grasp onto."We are artificially engineered beings of limited intelligence" she sing-songed, "who, though capable of autonomous action when required, are primarily guided by the pleasure related thoughts of our owners. My body has taken this form in response to your thoughts. It must be one that you find attractive." You can read my mind?" I asked, more than a little. “Master Chief Anderson, put me through to the Ambassador.”Ooo, the big guns. Chief Anderson is more than he appears.He shooed us. Wave of the hand, “Shoo.”We shooed to the hall, got accosted a couple of times, explained, had the accoster open the door, back out, red faced and resume his/her original pursuit. We twiddled, sat against the wall, stood against the wall and were bored.If we had known how long this would take we’d have had a nap.The door opened. A hand beckoned. We reentered.There.