Walked across the street to where there was a bunch of signs saying announcing a rally, looked at the long lines waiting to get in, shrugged and heade... for the back entrance. Fuck that standing in line BS with a bunch of guys who looked like lawyers and accountants and their uptight wives!I slipped in the back and headed for the auditorium when a dude about the size of Magic Johnson in an undertaker's suit grabbed me and started growling about security. I said "Hey, man, I'm just here because. ”“Mr Haverstein doesn’t seem to have understood the reports on fembot behaviour. He told them they should stop what they were doing and they had to accept his instructions. They didn’t agree. They can’t accept instructions from a male. He found that difficult to accept. I think his exact words were, ‘You must be out of your trees you bunch of clockwork bitches’. It was after that the fembot code for responding to excessive protest as an indicator of desire for dominance kicked in.”“And so we. ??I don’t think so, Mikey. He sounded really freaked the fuck out,? Ronnie said, shaking his head.?I’ll give him a call after our set, okay?? she said in an effort to drop it.?Alright, but I think something’s seriously wrong.?The opening act was a deathcore band called ?Over the Abyss?. Mikey wasn’t all that impressed, noting that they sounded like every other Whitechapel knock-off out there. They were talented, but they could use a dash of originality. The band in question played a half hour. His hands slid down to my slacks and he slipped them down, leaving my panties on, and rubbed his palms up and down my body and legs. I stopped him there and pulled him up and started to undo his shirt and pull it off. I then attacked his zipper and pulled his pants down to the floor, encouraging him to slip his feet out of them. While I was down there I ran her hands over his erection, bringing it to its full extent of about 7 inches. He told me that I wasn’t being fair. That he didn’t want.