Well we ended up having sex in my office." But you're married to me!" I said, my voice sounded pitiful and weak."Yes Honey, but with you I never reali...ed how good sex was. Once I had real sex ... well I can't give it up now. I do love you and I hope you stay with me but I can't give up real sex now."Right then I knew I should pack a bag and go and stay with friends, however Jessica owned our house, had me sign a deadly prenuptial agreement that would leave me only my clothes and I'd lose my job. That afternoon I saw him outside and started talking to him he was so straight laced I didn’t like talking to him. I gave him a beer and started to talk about sex.After about six beers I asked him if he thought his wife would ever cheat on him he said no that she really didn’t like sex. I told him with body like that she loves sex and asked him if he was fucking her every night he said no that when he got home from work he was too tired to fuck her maybe once a month. With only fucking her once. Microsurgeries to repair nerves, open capillaries in the brain, and do other things beyond human capability were now commonplace. Doctor Ab, as he was usually called, became extremely rich off his invention. He also became extremely eccentric– or perhaps his wealth allowed his eccentricity to become more apparent. He despised the word “robot” and would never allow any of his organisms to be called robots. “They are not tiny little mechanical men running around in your veins with tool kits,” he. . just everyone."Not so fast, Nancy," said Santa in a low and somehow sad voice. " They didn't lie. I'm not real in the way you think." Bullsh ... I mean ... Nonsense, Santa." Nancy blushed at her near indiscretion but went on, " I see you ... I feel you. And ... uhh hmm," Nancy paused puzzled and her nose wrinkled. " And I can smell you too, Santa. " Nancy was feeling rather awkward now because Santa didn't smell of pipe tobacco or Christmas cookie crumbs; he had a kind of musky, bleach like.