When he recognized it he bent over in the chair and started to bawl like a baby. If I didn’t loath the S.O.B. so much, I could have almost felt sorr... for him.“Mr. Wexler...” the cop started to ask him again.“No, no,” wept asshole shaking his head from side to side. He had his face buried in his hands.The cop looked up at the manager. “What about you? He created a disturbance in your restaurant. You want to charge him with disturbing the peace?”I’m pretty sure the manager was on my side because. I ask myself, Could this man be he? Could this be the man who would care for me, and who would control me when I wanted it? Could he be able to take me when I needed that, and hold me, and comfort me? Would he understand that I need autonomy, but still need to worship? Would he allow me to be an adult in public, yet his slave in private? Would he let me wear his collar? Woud he keep me in just panties and a bra, so he could grasp my nipples anytine? But I stay these thoughts, knowing it is too. He's only a computer." She tried to reassure herself as the pain of leaving him a second time tore through her. It had taken all of her willpower to leave him the first time but she'd known at the time she couldn't take him with her. Since he was in a body now, she didn't have to leave him behind; it'd be so tempting to take him on the run with her. She knew he would protect her with everything he had. He was simply programmed that way. She sighed as she slowly undressed, then tossing her dirty. “Do you have a cigarette?” I ask. “What??” he says, being thrown a bit off guard. He doesn’t know it yet, but my gurl is coming out, and she smokes – and she wants to smoke for him: to be naughty, which turns me on. “Can I have one?” I say to shake him into action. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He says and walks over to take a pack out of a drawer. I recognize them as the brand Barb smokes: perfect. As I take one out he hands me a lighter. I light up, inhale deeply, and blow a thick cloud off smoke off to.