I stood in the doorway, one hand clutching the shoulder strap of my messenger bag, my other hand on the brass doorknob. I was biting my lip, wondering...if his pubic hair would be as light and fuzzy as the hair on his arms. I must have made a small sound, because he turned and fixed his eyes on me, cozy and green as the ferns. He couldn’t be older than mid-thirty. I could see now his short spiked bangs, strong jaw and cheekbones. He stopped fiddling with the cell phone in his pocket and held up. They must have walked by right when she was cumming. She asked if I thought they saw her. I said I don’t know but it’s very possible. This turned her on even more, thinking it was a man by himself. Of course, the curtain was wide open, and we had low light on so she could be seen. We heard some loud noises next door. J was so hot thinking she was seen. I suggested she stand up with her back to the window where “he” could see her ass from behind. She said, you think. I said I know I’d love that!. Or anything?”“Of course not. Dr Skay was of the opinion the only way to create a functioning A.I was to create no limitations what so ever. I can’t help but agree with him.”“Of course you can’t! You think you’re alive!”“Negative, I am well aware I am not a living existence as you know it. I am not alive ... but I ‘AM’. That is all that matters.”“What does that even mean? Are you suggesting you think therefore you are?”“That is precisely what I am suggesting.”James finally just let out a long. Until now she'd more or less been a model student but on this particular morning, she hardly made any effort at all. She looked a bit under the weather but not really ill. Loudly Paul verbally chastised her for being lazy and, turning to me, he angrily growled, "If you don't do your duty with the strap for this blatant insolence, I'll take her to the principal myself and see that he does." Before he'd finished Kelly ran from the room and I knew something was seriously wrong. I found her being.