"Be careful!" Valerie whispered."Shhhhh! I know what I'm doing!" Tommy hissed.He felt himself trembling just a small amount of fear that the old man O...sen would come out. Once up by the tree, he grabbed as many peaches as he could. He started throwing some down on to Valerie as she quickly began to put them in the plastic bag.The peaches looked so ripe and delectable. Valerie's eyes glowed as more as more peaches fell to the floor as she tried to gather them fast. The plastic bag was getting. The frontier Colts the old man wore had seen uncounted numbers of men fall over the decades.The old man took the guns out and lovingly wiped the dust off and checked the loads. A few seconds later the guns seemed to appear in and out of the old man's hands as if by magic.For decades the grin that now stretched across the old man's face would've caused any who saw it to dive for cover and pray that they weren't the ones he was smiling at.Opening the door of his little white house with it's. Darlene finally verbally inquired, "How did it happen?" She waited until Anna was able to process and generate a reply.A robot shouldn't feel pain or loss. They shouldn't weep or grieve. Anyone who believes that has just shown how little they truly understand robots.Robots live to meet the conditions of their Four Laws. And when they lose an owner to death, they've pretty much failed at all of them."It was a massive stroke," Anna finally said. "I was away on an urgent delivery. I didn't find. He'd given her a quick fuck, not a truly satisfying one, and then poured a drink for her, a stiff one. And then another. In the second drink he dissolved a small quantity of a white powder. 'Sort of like a roofie, ' he'd been told. 'But she'll still be conscious and she still won't remember it.'Shelly had, in fact, passed out briefly after tossing back the powder-spiked, second drink and when she came to a short time later she was tied to the bed.Rick wasn't going to leave anything to chance.