One night, while he was surfing on the internet, he saw an ad for a sex “robot” doll. He clicked on the ad and was amazed by the video that they ...ad shown. The dolls were lifelike and could be programmed to do things. Robert was impressed by how the dolls were made. They were expensive and really quite amazing. The dolls were life-size replicas of women. You could pick out their faces, hair color, breast size, vagina style and clothes. They could be programmed to talk, breathe, moan and. Your husband couldn't satisfy you, and most nights you ended up finishing yourself off whilst watching porn as he slept soundly beside you. Nothing ever seems to wake him up.To make matters worse, your new next-door neighbour, Simon, seemed to have a revolving door of women every night. By your reckoning he was the most prolific of Tinder users around. Trying to fall asleep of an eve to the sound of "YES, YES, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER" made sleeping a real challenge. A number of weeks had. They said no. Eleanor gave me the name of someone who goes out at night on the street, to help kids in trouble. I'm going to meet with him. I'm hoping to be able to spend Friday evening doing that."She was silent, looking at me steadily. I popped the first batch of cupcakes out, then slid in the second tray, and worked on getting the first tray refilled."Just be careful, Tom," she finally told me."Every day, in every way that I can," I assured her. "It's just that... well, I want to do. "Don't try Slater's, and I wouldn't send a pig's mother to any of the other places. Come, you'll stay here. I've plenty of room."And so we did and ate a small meal, used the fancy House of Necessity in the back garden and slept in a soft bed under fluffy quilts on the third floor and woke to hot water in big jugs and a breakfast fit for a hungry dock hand or a starving mill worker. We had beer and coffee and tea and hot milk and biscuits and corn dodgers and fried steaks and cold gammon and.