Jackie was struggling as much as me to sit comfortably. The difference being that I was wearing trousers whereas Jackie was wearing her usually short ...kirt and black tights. However, to my initial delight and then quickly fear (of being caught) I could see that Jackie’s tights were in fact stockings. Or ‘hold-ups’. She couldn’t cross her legs as her arse was too low on the seat so she’d tried to lay her knees to one side.Regardless of how she squirmed in her seat, I had a full view up her. 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. Mr. Randal had been hovering in front of her cubical several times today trying to get answers from her she didn’t have. There were times she wished she had taken the memory stick but she knew that her little scheme would have fallen into a thousand pieces.She had taken the opportunity to introduce herself as the new account manager with the clients and so far the smallest two of the accounts had responded positively. She knew that as soon as she had the files she needed she should lock herself. I realized how she had planned the entire episode when I saw her without the bra. I got up on my feet again while she slowly lowered herself from the platform standing on her feet again. Both of us were on our feet now, I leaning on her and her against the platform. She slowly pulled my T-Shirt out saying “I think we are ready for the next ingredients”. I was off my T-Shirt and she slowly ran her hands on top my zippers. She said smilingly “I think we need some chilies” unbuckling my pants.“I.