” I instinctively reacted and didn't move again. I had grown up in front of this man. I was used to him acting like an Uncle and occasionally tellin... my brother and I to stop whatever mischief we had been in the middle of. I had to work to find my voice. “My parents are away.” I fumbled to find what to say. “They'll be back in a couple days.” I figured he must have forgotten that my father wasn't home. I hoped.“I know.” He undid his belt and tossed it aside. I swallowed hard as my beating heart. Half the country was falling into line and gearing up for yet another war, and the other half was telling the authorities to, “Stick it up your ass and don’t talk to me if you are over thirty.”In 1960, I had reached the ripe old age of 28 and my outside appearance was of a typical fourteen year old girl. I moved to a new city and registered in a high school as a junior whose fourteenth birthday had only recently past. It was exciting to walk in my schoolgirl clothes and pretend to be. The table was set nicely for two, with the book of poetry from the night before at Lisa's place setting. She remembered the orange marmalade that I always put on my toast. Breakfast would be ready momentarily as the eggs were already peeled and cooling in the bowl. Everything was perfect except for that damn noise...I went downstairs to get my beautiful and naked Lisa trapped between the doors. She was crouched in a corner and trying to cover herself with the Sunday paper as best she could.. At this point she is supposed to only simulate being a 15 year old girl, shyly kissing and occasionally masturbating. But somehow some of her subroutines kicked in early, and she then somehow came into contact with a sexbot, and then I would guess was ordered to never talk about it.”“But she has to, she was designed to tell us everything she does.”“Yes, I know Mrs. Grant. But Carla here appears to be having issues with her posistronc matrix, and I believe some of her adult subroutines tripped.