At a bench, Misty pulled me to sit with her.“You know I like to be with you.” She was clutching my arm, turned toward me with her other hand under...my coat holding my side. “I’m not a baby either. You can kiss me, I’d like that.”I looked at her with some wonder. She was grinning at me. “That’s kind of forward of me but you’re not being very aggressive.”I took the back of her head in my hand and pulled her to me. Our lips met in a soft kiss that turned hot pretty quick. She had her mouth open. " You are not alone! I feel more comfortable and in tune with you than with anyone in years. I am coming to love you deeply and that scares me."She instantly straddled his lap facing him and held his face as she beamed at him, "I'm anxious, too." Her tears started down her cheek as she kissed him and pressed herself against his chest. "You make me glow inside when you say those words."He ran his fingers through her long brown hair and then sucked the tears from her face. "I realized today how. ..I look around me and I'm not sure where I am. Then I remember Les Mis and realize that I'm in France in 1815. I'm in some shitty little room with a rickety old bed. The door creaks open behind me and I see Anne Hathaway standing there in her old timey dress with her long, flowing hair, obviously before she had it chopped. She approaches me.She bites her lip and gently kisses me. She takes my hand and places it on her breast. I'm not sure where this is going but I like it. I feel her breast,. I disguised my appearance and lived on my own until I eventually found an owner who didn't even realize I was a fembot until I offered him my ownership."Although I understand being ownerless better than almost any other 'bot, the confusion I have about Terri is that no robots I know of have a demo mode like the one she describes. And the showroom environment she refers to doesn't match anything I've ever heard of. However, I know she's being truthful and I don't question her further. Like.