“I’m not a robot tech. Speak English.” The unit was eight feet tall, a skeletal framed robot that rolled on treads. The standard, non-lethal att...chments for police work were included in the box, foam projectors, gas canisters, tasers- things of no use at all against the zappers. “Things like HISS guns have connectors that fit universal mounts,” Harley said and used his fingers to demonstrate how the two would fit together. “So does lots of other smleck that’s too heavy for us to carry. Put some. ." she started then shook her head and kissed my forehead, "You know I love you. Would you be more comfortable waiting at their place? Save Peter a trip?"My Mother was the shit. "Yeah, actually. I mean, if that's cool."She grabbed her keys and drove me over there. She an' Aunt Elizabeth fussed over dressing Beth in one of my Aunt's old dresses - retro 80'. I sat in the living room and went over all the rules. No swearing. No pinching. No touching while we dance - if she wants to dance. Get her. I like that.In between she uploads a few more photos to a gallery of five photos I started to comment.I praise Kristina for her openness and co-operation, as well her good looks, basicly bums.I liked the short view of her sexy swollen love lips on a new photo, she so soon withdrew.I am getting fond of her by her willingness to tell and show me more. Talented in servitude.I introduce cute Kristina: petite pretty brunette beauty, born in Latvia, living in England.I assume she is most proud of her. Was he picked for this game? Could he get, his lovely woman, Portia, as his slave?"I can read your mind, and it won't be that simple. You need to win at the game, something no other man has achieved", she told him, and he felt his hopes crash through the floor. But he held on to his hope."And what is the game?", he asked, wanting to know so he could get to it."Across the world, I've designated these "agents" of mine, all women in various social classes. In order to win, you must find and fuck.