" Thank you," Bob responded politely."Private Robert Redburn, there is no requirement to thank the AI," the AI reminded for the umpteenth time."AI, th...re is no need to address me as 'Private Robert Redburn' every time. If I'm the only 'Private Redburn' in the room, that will do." Very well, Private Redburn." And my mommy raised me to be polite, and any intelligence, artificial or otherwise, deserves to be treated with a certain degree of politeness, and that includes yourself. Thank you, AI.". The kids had a great time in the slightly neglected garden, Patrick overturning stones and leaf litter to expose beetles and worms. I heard him tell Rachel about the skinks and the kestrel. I don't think he told her that he was a carpet python. When they left, I called the Evanses and then Charlie and Maddy, reporting in. After dinner, Weena said she was going to resign "tomorrow" -- Monday. She was taking Patrick with her, so she'd have a visible reason not to hang about."Can we afford it?" I. At least they mark her out from the crowd.’ You couldn’t argue with that. Delia, whose father apparently liked cookery and Norwich football club, was a different kettle of fish. She was about twenty years old with long, bleached hair, chewed gum and wore the shortest skirt I had ever seen. It was what my Dad would have called a pelmet but shorter. If she bent more than two degrees from the vertical her choice of underwear was clear to all. Her small chest was barely concealed by a halter-neck. “One step at a time,” Leanne laughed.“Perhaps not hardcore,” Eddie teased her further. He had to be teasing her, right? “You could try some softcore if you felt comfortable?”“Soft... Core... What’s that? I...” Nicola’s eyes were wide.“It’s not real, like hardcore,” Leanne explained, “The model just presses his cock against you, so it looks like it’s going in, but it doesn’t. It’s all posed and faked.”Nicola blinked. The conversation had gone a bit fast for her, I could tell, so I interrupted to.