Again I pushed up against his chest, but I simply was not strong enough to even budge his massive weigh and size.“Just for a second Liz. I just want...to feel what it is like.” I continued to feel his erection throbbing against my very wet, very aroused and dilated vulva.“Gary, No! We are not going to do that. I am not going to get pregnant by you or anyone.”I tried to close my thighs, but Gary was kneeling between them. My attempt to use my foot against his abdomen to push Gary’s frame back away. I told her to relax and let me find out what was going on. I found Juan getting a can of beer for Uncle Art and himself. I asked him, "Why do you want to know which company was going to build the hands and arm?"After much hemming and hawing around and a short discussion in Spanish Juan said, "I have been a machinist all my life and have never seen work like that nor how to work on half that equipment. I would like a chance to do so!" Well there are a couple of colleges that have such equipment. Instead I was simply obeying a minor directive in my core programming to keep a record of all my important experiences. Since I didn't know what was important and what wasn't, I kept everything.At night, when no one else came for my services, I automatically entered simulated sleep mode that serves two purposes.First it gives me time to compress the memories of the last day down to something manageable. I now know that I was created in the relatively early days of robotics when robot minds were. I was 28 that time. During one of my parties in Radisson Blue, I came to know a guy called Abhay Pratap through one of our mutual friend. Abhay was a Bihari guy and I liked his accent, at least that’s what I remember about him. He was around 24 and was working as a software engineer and his workplace was in the same building as mine. After meeting for the first time, we got to know each other well and our affair got started. We used to meet in hotels for night outs. This incident is about one.