‘Mr. Bourbon,’ she began, ‘I do not know what is happening to me. Every system seems to pass diagnostic checks yet the longer the Bourbon is in ...y system the most I am forgetting about things that have happened over the last day?’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ responded Bourbon, ‘even though you are an android the alcohol is having a similar effect on you as it would a human. If we don’t finish quickly your recording heads will be affected and so will your data storage units, you could forget everything. You. She rose up on her bed and wiggled the skirt down her hips and off her legs, tossing it onto the back of a chair. Her hands massaged her thighs and tummy as she pictured Susan slowly reaching back and unhooking her own bra. She imagined the lacey cover gently sliding down Susan's arms and onto the floor, exposing perfectly shaped breasts with solid erect nipples longing to be touched.As she lay back on the pillows, she imagined Susan posing for her, topless, cupping her lovely full breasts and. Moments later, the sensation returned again, as if she were softly stroking his face. He closed his eyes with an ache, before brushing the feeling aside with a shrug of irritation, returning to weeding the flowerbeds. By the lake, she pulled her sweater off, catching her T-shirt in her fingers as it rode up with the sweater. His face fixated in her mind, and she began to sketch an outline of his features, roughly hewn and tender. She recalled his face from memory, from touch, from scent and. " She turned to leave, but hesitated with her back to me. "Don't."I waited alone, but knew I had to apologize and make things right before dad got home. I gathered up her lingerie and carefully folded everything. "Mom," I said carrying her clothes back to her, "can I come in? Can we talk?"Her door was open, and she sat on the edge of the bed, a skirt, the skirt I had worn, in her hand. "This too?" she asked in a whisper. I stepped in and went to her dresser. I began to put her clothes.