.. oh, no, it doesn’t matter... I’m being silly”“You sure?” I asked.There was no reply just a gentle nod as a tear dripped down her beautifu... face.She’d sat eating her fish fingers and some oven chips for awhile now, something seemed to be occupying her mind, as she was in a world of her own, then she turned to me and kissed me, full on, I had imagined this happening, not quite with the fishy taste but that thought soon shot from my mind when her hand stroked across my penis and started to pull. And the winners are:1. Coffee, n. The person upon whom one coughs.2. Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.3. Abdicate, v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.4. Esplanade, v. To attempt an explanation while drunk.5. Willy-nilly, adj. Impotent.6. Negligent, adj. Absent mindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.7. Lymph, v. To walk with a lisp.8. Gargoyle, n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.9. Flatulence, n. Emergency vehicle that picks. But if I wanted to use the “extra protection” as she put it, that it was fine with her. We kissed softly then hard. Clothes began to come off between each heated minty kiss. Finally we grappled naked on the bed. I French kissed her deeply and fished out her chewing gum, quickly disposing of both hers and mine. I began to kiss and suckle her enormous breasts. She pushed me off and slide down between my knees. She gently gripped my now fully rigid member with a smile. “I’m. At what point she crossed the line into true awareness and self-will was never recorded. If you'd asked Stephen, the man behind it all, he would have simply replied, "From the first moment I had her activated." It may well have been true.They lived many loving years together, their privacy the best money can buy, in a relationship society was not ready to accept. And Lady Heather only improved with time.Lady Heather might well be the oldest sentient robot still continuously functioning.EventsAs.