She was just behind me reading the article (something on Ben Laden or other) when she notices the tabs at the top. This one says : “Discussing Eroti... Short Stories”.“Oh so THAT’S what you do when you’re not working is it?” Laughing out loud. “Well some times, in fact I’m writing a series right now, it’s called Aunt Christine”“Can I read it.”“Well this is a little embarrassing and certainly unexpected.”“Oh come on, if you don’t want to be around just let me sit here for a minute and I’ll tell. Bring the dark gray A-line skirt up and over my bottom I turned to button the white blouse butdecided I needed a chemise. I noticed my ivory bra clearly through thefabric and the cincher would be better concealed as well. The blackslingback heels were just a bit tall; not quite four inches, but I likedhow they accentuated my legs in the nude toned pantyhose. I grabbed theCoach bag, which was now loaded with my tools and other stuff. My voicehad become quite feminine with three days of working. ..” Amanda frowned and corrected herself. This artificial intelligence did not have a gender. “Why would it mimic a fictional AI’s voice?”“Why? Look, Michael always had an attitude. If you consider its purpose, it makes a lot of sense. It enjoyed making squishies—Michael’s own term for humans—look ineffective and stupid. If the customer didn’t ‘get’ the Hal 9000 joke, Michael won.”Amanda shook a cramp out of her hand, then grumbled and continued scribbling. She caught up and waved to Jason.. Suddenly, the door opened and a notebook was thrown at my face. Before I had time to jolt my hand out of my pants, Scott's figure appeared in the door. "There's your shit back that I ripped from you on the bus. Nothing there that's interesting." He looked around the entertainment room and his eyes soon met my hand, still motionless in my pants. Noticing where his gaze was, I immidiately pulled my hand out and put the pillow over my lap. Knowing Scott had seen what I was doing gave me a hard on,.