Someone from the outside who could have visited his lab would have saidhe was playing with dolls -- life-sized, mechanical ones. His goal wasto build ...he perfect female sex robot. The day he hired Michael was theonly day he offered any kind of explanation for his quest. He bit downon his pipe and muttered, "Every damn woman in real life hasdisappointed me in some way...so I'm going to build one to myspecifications."Mark didn't understand any of the science involved in his boss' work..He saw him. She was way out of my league, probably mid-twenties, with a totally alternative vibe; small diamond stud in her nose, a pierced tongue that made her talk with a slight but very sexy lisp, and shortish hair that seemed to turn color with her mood (jet black one day, streaked with blue the next and blazing red the following week). Her eyes were sparkling green and highlighted by the longest lashes you can imagine. Her smile was radiant and I never looked at her pouty little lips without imagining. "I was standingat the toilet, peeing, when I suddenly felt sick, and almost threw up --not quite, though. At the same time I lost feeling in my penis, butwith the hand I was aiming with I felt it pull back inside my pants.I couldn't stop peeing, something was wrong with my sphincter muscle,and I soaked my underwear and pants."I sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled them off, and then Irealized it was gone -- penis and testicles both. I have something thatlooks kind of like a girl's. He dug for the puck, desperate to get it in the net. The ref's whistle shrilled and Brody rounded on the Devil behind him; in short order he was joined by his teammates. There was a lot of pushing and shoving but no fights as the linesmen got everyone separated.He went back to the bench and grabbed a proffered drink, gulped it down and wiped his face with a towel. Whatever music they were playing seeped into his thoughts and he wondered how Ryan was doing. They'd talked or at least texted every.