"Frank?" Linda called out to me tentatively.I stopped, shifted my items into my other hand. "What?"She looked down. She couldn't look me in the face."... was wondering ... I mean, you don't have to sleep in the other bed." Are you offering to sleep in the other bed? To move out of our bedroom?" I didn't want to make it easy on her.She gasped and sniffled back a tear."I ... didn't mean that. I mean, you can share the bed with me ... that is if you want to. If you don't ... well I guess I could. When we first met, she was gauche and awkward although pretty. I can already see the change in her since we started accidentally meeting over the last few weeks, becoming more confident and well groomed, almost glowing. I chuckle to myself if only she knew how hard I have worked to bump into her, how I have craved these meetings. I resolve to just take the evening as it comes, not rush things along and let her take it where she will. I have boldly invited him over to my place this evening,. "You're an android!" I said.He frowned and asked "Now why would you think that? What possible sense do you have to detect that?"Now I was worried, had I made a mistake? ... No, I hadn't. "I've met another of your series at the hotel. He was a Mark 50 also." I saidThe man smiled, "Ah yes, the general purpose droid. I'm a specialty droid, they call me Marcus." He said.I groaned, "Oh no, not Marcus Welby by any chance?" I asked thinking of an old television programme.He frowned, "No, just Marcus.. He shifted slightly to hide it but, he realized with a small amount of embarrassment, her eyes were now fixed on that part of his body, carefully considering the lump in his pants. “Is there something I can help you with, dear?” the man managed to say, his voice bringing her attention back to his eyes. “Yes, Sir,” she spoke quietly. Her plump bottom lip went between her teeth as she chose her next words carefully. Fredric waited as patiently as he could. This close to her, he caught a trace.