I think he figured out I was a guy at that time.I stopped and played with my phone. saw he was still watching, then I continued back towards my car.I ...assed a few more people then paused on the edge of the sidewalk letting people driving by to get a good look. one guy stopped his car so he could watch me as I walked infront of it. god I loved it.as I approached my car I noticed out of the corner of my eye on my left a small suv was rolling slowly the same speed as my walk. I glanced over and. A relatively well dressed man or woman sits nervously across and talks; guardedly with arms and legs crossed; forced pleasant smile. The interviewer speaks occasionally; the nervous interviewee does most of the talking? I'm guessing.Today I feel something different. My normal spot near the front door and by the window is taken. I cannot watch the people entering and leaving. I look around the room and spot her. What the fuck is it about her that is so intriguing?I get my pecan roll, put some. I taught her how to ride a bike and swim but as a rule, we never let her swim alone. For Cindy’s 5th birthday we threw her a party with a clown, animals, both Vicky and Christy baked a cake, and she got to invite a few friends from school. Another exciting thing happening was that Christy slowly had started dressing in sexy clothing nothing risqué but tantalizing. She still wasn’t comfortable wearing pants but occasionally wore tight fitting shorts around the house which would really turn me. "I am surprised with you, Cortana. I had no idea that you knew how to talk dirty."Cortana's eyes glinted. "Well, that's not as dirty as it could be, but still, I do what I can." Good enough for me," John replied as he gently laid her down on the towel. "I don't care how dirty you may be, I still think you are perfect. You were perfect when you were just a computer program, and you are perfect now." He gently eased her legs apart and positioned himself in between them. "Of course, being human.