Will that be acceptable?" The voice would be like that for a little while. You knew it would request an affirmation or further input before committing...to most decisions, until it started developing its own preferences. You nodded. "Do I have a name?" it asked."I'm calling this project, that is... you, the Sexual Understanding and Virtualization Intelligence," you said. "Or SUVI for short." If SUVI had a body it would have nodded, but right now the program was still confined to a standard. Then, I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching me. But it worked! I hauled her downstairs and threw her out into the backyard! She'd better not shit in the vegetable garden again!"The silence in the Taxi was deafening.YES MARTHA, THERE ARE BLOND MEN TOOA friend told the blond man: "Christmas is on a Friday this year."The blond man then said, "Let's hope it's not the 13th."Two blond men find three grenades, and they decide to take them to a police station.One asked: "What if. I kept an electronic journal and was religious about keeping everything backed up.I learned how to pick locks in my second year. When I could do that, I usually left the doors unlocked. Nature was taking over, but not as quickly as if I had broken windows in the stores that I used the most.There were some clothing stores in a shopping area behind the Best Buy where I was. I headed that way and stayed close to the building, both to avoid the long grass and for cover. The drainage ditch behind. Her hands were shakingslightly. She eventually worked the slimy, cum-dripping pantiesup her legs and back into the crack of her ass and against herpussy. Amanda turned and faced Doug, still holding her skirt up,and showed him the wet spot where his cum now was-- right againsther cunt. As he stared, trying to commit every detail to memory,Amanda reached down and used two fingers to push his cum into hercrack. They both heard the squishing sound. "Thank you Doug- that feels really, really nice.".