Iexplained that I never even knew the name of the book I had pulled offthe rack in the school library. I asked him if I that meant I was justan airhea...ed gay boy? He smiled and said I was perfect. I explained thatI only wanted an excuse to get closer to him and sit by him. I then toldhim that I don't believe in hypnotism. That it could NEVER work!I apologized for deceiving him and asked him if he could still love a'girl' like me? I was so scared he was going to throw me out right thenand there.. It grew to a massive 10inches, stood up straight in the air between them. Troye felt it all over with both his hands. He was so hard himself, and he could feel his breathing getting heavier. A sudden experimental urge took over him, as he felt the robot's cock head and shaft. The dark blue mushroom head had no foreskin, but he could feel a small slit at the tip. It was so slippery and wet. Oil? Grease? It smelled different. New. Unlike anything Troye smelled before. The robot then got up and. I’ll be in and out, home that same afternoon. Well, the Montgomery’s home.”Pilar said, “Why do you have to go to New York if it’s so easy?”Vanessa said, “We’re being over-cautious. Dr. Epstein is renowned in her field.”I nodded, “It is an excess of caution. I’d be fine having it done in St. Luke’s. But Constance knows someone who knows someone...”Vanessa smiled brightly, “So we’re all going to New York. We’ll stay with Rebecca and Phillip.”Pilar nodded, “Nature Boy and Edwina will take care of. Very believable." I said."Just remember." Trunk said with a rueful grin.The only tall person in Trunk's family was his father. He was at least several inches taller than my own six feet. Trunk's mother was a short, compact woman with black hair and blue eyes. All of the children shared her height, hair, and eye color.There came a round of hugs and back slapping, handshakes and tears. Well, only Trunk's mother shed tears. Everyone else just beamed."Mom, Dad, this is my friend Obsidian McKesson.".