Damn stupid cheating uppity robots. Never should have given them the vote. Well, it might have me trapped but not for long.I drew my raygun from my to... belt and pointed it at the joint where the arm emerged from the ceiling. But first ... I pulled down my goggles and flicked the switch for eye protection mode. The world darkened. Eye safety kids; remember, only play with lasers if you're as awesome as me! Or, you know, if your laser is like really, really cool because lets face it, lasers are. I'm not super-famous like Grishim or King, but there's a good chanceyou've seen one of my books in the paperback section. Based on myroyalties, quite a few of you have bought one - "for a friend" maybe,because I'm not the kind of author people seem happy to admit they read.I'll take the money regardless.Anyway, today I was just freewheeling, throwing ideas up into the airand seeing which ones land, and since I'm a nice guy I thought I mightshare the process with my readers, so I'm typing this. The toys began to move and she almost cried, but then blessed relief came as they withdrew completely. There were hands on her now, and a voice in her ear. Mara’s voice. “You’re alright Cheryl. Your vitals are strong, it’s just overworked muscles. They couldn’t handle that specific program at this point.” Indeed, Cheryl’s vision was fine now, and her mind was rapidly clearing. Her muscles were a bit sore, but even they were swiftly recovering some strength. Mara removed her gag and Cheryl. I gently but firmly tied the scarf around her eyes. Then I guided her to the car and we were headed to the motel. She sat unusually close to me and whispered everything she could think of in my ear to distract me in hopes that I tell her what the surprise was. Her tongue ran along the length of my neck while her hand slipped inside my pants rubbing my balls. I moan and tell her that I needed to concentrate because of all the traffic but she would not let go. At last we arrive at Motel 6. I walk.