" They have those. But this is a retro model, made to look like that one Ihad as a teenager. I'll leave you to it. If you get in trouble, justholler,"... he said, and left.Just to be sitting in front of a normal piece of human technology againfelt so good. I said, "Wow! A computer!" Yeah? Whadda ya want, Fishbutt?" asked a voice.I jumped. "What?!!" Sorry, we're all out of 'what'," the thing snickered, "Come backtomorrah."Tom hadn't told me it was voice-interactive. I leaned forward, unsure. Let's be sure, thought Daali, as she adjusted her ass to protrude obscenely from the bar stool. She felt the ties of her satin panties press against her hips and ass - they had to be showing through her dress. She felt the heat from the men in the room increase again - and her caramel gentleman was the worst off. Poor guy, Daali said to herself, he must be harder than a steel pipe right now.The thought of a hard steel pipe, and the increasing warmth and wetness between her legs, almost made up. Jean fretted and tried her best to cheer her up but the allegations of immorality hurt Samantha deeply, hitting her mentally and physically. She started taking it out on Henry. Nothing she said to him had foundation in fact, as he immediately realised, but it was immensely hurtful. Then she would turn to him for comfort only to reject that.The nadir came one evening when she arrived home looking even more haggard and unhappy than usual. She refused a drink."We need to talk, Henry," she said and. Because of my wheelchair, we were moved in a much larger limousine. Polly liked the bigger car because it allowed her to avoid worrying about having her hair rearranged by the interior roof. I liked it because we all could sit facing forward and enjoy the ride together like a family.When we arrived, Renata and Rodney had my chair ready to go. They came over a bit earlier to have things in hand for us. I stepped out of the car, found myself just a bit unbalanced, and was pleased when Hawk gently.