A tone of voice, a prolonged glance, a lingering touch. I don’t now remember what alerted me to Dad’s piqued interest. I suppose between my pride ...n my developing body, and his increased attentiveness and generosity, my intuition was that one might have been the genesis of the other. This all came to a head shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Mom was called away on business. By this time I had figured out the purpose of Mom’s cache of toys and had begun to accumulate toys of my own and to. Use .. Pacha nahi paate so mai bhi nahi sah paai aur shila mausi ke paas se uth ke seedhe ghar chali aai …. Mai apni saar yaadon ko jod ke .. Dekhne lagi kya waqai meri maa ek rakhyl hai.. Maine yaad kiya ki haan mera koi rishtedar mere ghar kyo nahi aata .. Hum log kisi ki shaadi mai kyo nahi jaate aur mere mammy aur papa ke shaadi ke . Photo graph aaj tak maine kyon nahi dekhe shayed yehi tha un sabka jawab …. Meri maa ek rakhyl thi… aur mai. . Mai kiski beti hoon ab yeh mai nahi jaanti thi …. You nodded. "Do I have a name?" it asked."I'm calling this project, that is... you, the Sexual Understanding and Virtualization Intelligence," you said. "Or SUVI for short." If SUVI had a body it would have nodded, but right now the program was still confined to a standard General Intelligence Management Platform. It was a small and sleek metal box attached to a screen, SUVI's 'eye' perched on top of it."Thank you, Doctor Alan," it said instead. Taking a few seconds to process this along with. I checked the dainty watch in my wrist. I was due at Carrie's house infive minutes. I hoped that they weren't counting on enjoying anySouthern Comfort right away, as I stood in my heels and looked at myface in the bathroom. I was taken aback to see that my hair stilllooked, frankly, fabulous. I zipped up my pants and primped a little.My purse, with my compact and lipstick, was in the other room, but mybrief masturbation break hadn't really wrecked my makeup or anything. Istill looked.