He was in an animated jail of sorts that would present his body in different positions. Even though his body was static, his podium would rotate as he...watched rows and rows of people studying his every move. Like a guinea pig he was displayed and examined.When there weren’t many visitors that would look in awe at him he would rest in bed, still reminiscing the moment when he lost his left arm. The pain and the agony he was in, and the mechanical beings that probed, poked and collected all sorts. I want get changedanyway too." Oh, so you're still going to try to fuck and run on me even whenyou're dressed like that? You slut!" She responded with a smirk. "No. No. It's nothing like that Heather. I want to stay. I just want toget changed into something a little more manly." The way your dressed doesn't bother me any." Well, yah, but still. It's just uncomfortable for me." All right, Haley, I'll give you a ride, but are you sure you don'twant to wait till dark? It's a bit of walk to the. Natalya smiled and said, “My data suggests that Marissa just experienced la petit mort, a brief loss of consciousness due to her intense orgasm. She is fine, Ben. Do not worry.”Ben took Marissa in his arms and carried her up the stairs toward their bedroom. He looked over his shoulder and commanded the two droids to clean up and go into sleep mode. Then he took his wife to bed and dreamed of how to take this to the next level with someone human.The next morning Ben got up earlier than usual. 'Maybe no one is interested in me because of my body.'Zoey looked herself over in the mirror. She didn't really consider herself unattractive or anything. Her brown doe eyes and short brown hair were both cute in their own right. Water lightly formed droplets on her small-but-perky breasts. She turned her petite body around to glimpse at her tight little butt in the mirror, then turned again and watched herself put her hands on her flat tummy. She slid them further down, lightly touching her.