Harsh as they were, I've seen their necessary.Like Anna herself, I was often left wondering how are decisions are made in the first place. I can't ima...ine how any robot — even Mach V — would ever be able to rule in such a manner, no matter how inescapable the choices were. Was this another area where humans simply excel over robots? It's a question I would long ponder?One question I didn't have to ponder at all was ED1's seemingly unpopular decree that there would be no rebuilding of homes in. She had a beer in each hand, and her blue house coat had opened, revealing she was naked underneath.She laughed at my shocked face and sat down beside me putting a beer in front of me.She smiled and half pulled her gown across, leaving more on show than was hidden.She said she was sorry the food was cold and asked if I wanted anything else instead. I told her she was beautiful and sexy as hell, but I couldn't let her cheat,even if her husband was a plonker.She told me it was his idea. I told. His brown eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that military bearing. He worked in an office now, but...“This is what all the girls wear,” I said.“You're not all girls. You're my little girl.”“I am not!” I glared at him. “I'm eighteen. An adult!”“You're barley an adult,” he growled. “So long as you live under my roof, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn phone you spend all your time messing around on, then you're going to. I tried to remember what I was supposed to be doing, but I couldn't think very clearly... all that I could think of was sex, and how to get some. The telephone rang, and it was Jill telling me to be a 'Good Girl' and clean the living room before she came home. I put my panties back on, straightened my dress and proceeded to clean the living room; with all the effort I could muster.When Jill came home she had a silly smile on her face and a dreamy look about her...a look I recognized, but.