She shuttled our son around to all his events. She was the perfect robot; actually robots would probably be programmed to show more emotions.Then we g...t the call. She answered and it was soon evident that something bad had happened. All her lack of emotion these last couple of months appeared to have returned in a single second. She literally fell to the floor sobbing.I had to take the phone from her, which she still had clutched in her hand. The officer gave me the details. Our son had been. He kissed me in response. This time, the kiss was deep, and passionate. I did not resist the kiss. Instead, I opened my mouth, and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. I grinded my hips against his erection as he kissed me, and timidly nipped his lip. I could hear him let out a moan in response. He kissed me harder, and pinned me down roughly against the bed. I let out a small cry of surprise at how powerful he was, and could feel myself liking his power. I moved my hands from his neck, down. Then one day, something really weird happened. The two of them weresitting in the library, when the new kid, whose eyes had been flutteringfor several minutes, started snoring. Just when Beth decided to wake thenew kid up, she heard a sweet, feminine voice say "Hey Beth. I dont have alot of time here."She looked at the new kid, at it was like double vision. one was the maleversion of the new kid, who was asleep. The other was totally femaleversion, who was wide awake, and grinning at. There were other things that you said in the story that were dead on. How did you know them?” “I didn't,” I answered “Well, it was very well written. You should be proud of it.” “So you like it.” “Yes,” she fell silent for a moment. “Will you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the restroom.” “Sure.” “Stay here.” She left the office. I looked out in the hall to see it was dimly lit. Everybody was truly gone for the weekend. I felt a little relief that Amy was not mad at me for the story I had.