Apparently she never got the nerve to file them with the court. During the rest of the time at the restaurant she continued to try to convince me that...we were meant for each other." And?" And nothing! I told her that that ship had sailed and we were through, official or not. She was quite the litigator; she kept trying to convince me. Finally I had to tell her that I was in love with someone else." He said grabbing my other hand forcing me to twist my body to face him. "I'm in love with you. ‘I’m your Christmas present, is that okay?’ Tim smiled, and replied, ‘Mrs. Harris, you are so beautiful.’ And with that, his eyes went back to exploring every inch of her body. She sat on Tim’s lap, facing him. His large, throbbing cock pressed against her tummy, and she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Tim moaned as her kiss deepened, and her thin hips started moving against his hardness. ‘Tim, I’m going to love you now. I want you to know that I’ve loved you from the first day we met.’ Mrs.. Perhaps humans felt we would refuse if simply asked otherwise.Perhaps that's how human's respond to other humans. Refusing, often for reasons they can't easily explain, what they would really enjoy doing otherwise.I don't know this for sure because, even without a remote, very few humans have ever refused anything I've asked of them. I guess a pretty fembot doesn't need a remote to get what she wants.But when it came to the serious business of fully trusting robots, that took its own good time.. Though he'd been busy right through, he'd done very little editing -- just a little bit of Dithyran's Probe right after he first got to Bradford, and then messing with Swordsman of Atlantis without really getting into it. Everything else had been in the endless mound of slush. Though, he'd found a couple good pieces and some with potential given various amounts of input and work, he could hardly believe how tired he was of reading hopeless crap. Oh, he could do it for a while -- he'd done it.