"I didn't know."If you screw up our business because you refuse to deal with yourdepression, I'll kill you." She smiled to let me know she wouldn'trea...ly kill me, but I was only slightly reassured.I had my psychologist recommend a psychiatrist. The psychologist, who Isaw every week, and my support group meetings, which were only once amonth, were the only things I had been doing with any regularity. Thegroup had turned me onto to the psychologist in the first place. Itreally supported me as a. Then, and only then, did I stuff myself back into my costume and rejoin her in what I’d christened The Threat Vault, freezing in my tracks as the doors opened automatically for me. Technically she had followed my instructions to the letter. She was still standing in the exact place I’d left her, wearing a smile and little else, the lower half of her costume pooled around one ankle, while the upper half had been pulled up to reveal her firm tits, capped by rose colored nipples pointed my way,. Now, toned, rested, and sexually sated, Georgia relaxed in her house. She carried her bags upstairs and kicked off her shoes. Glancing out her bedroom window, she noticed a small blue Toyota in the driveway of the small colonial across the street, and the ‘For Sale’ sign was missing from the lawn. So, it had been bought? It hadn’t been on the market all that long. She wondered what the new owners were like. She’d have to keep an eye out and invite them over for a drink.Georgia unpacked her. I went to the brothel in person. I told myself I wouldn't go in, and knew that was a lie. The woman behind the front desk was surprisingly human, older and a little overweight. The owner, maybe? A madam for the modern age. She looked up and smiled as I entered, then said, "Hello there, welcome. Can I interest you in some time with one of our bioroids? We have a wide selection of very lovely girls, and some male models also." I ... uh ... I was looking, I mean I saw ... Spectra..." I stammered.