To ever do so would be to disfavor the other side of the equation who is not present at the moment.I think that is the hardest part of the whole job. ...Even harder than the continual evaluation of every decision against all of my Robotic Laws to ensure everything I do remains in compliance with my own moral codes.And I think it was as hard for Emperor Davidson the First as well, even though he was not a robot.That's why we take Consorts. To have someone we can trust completely and be with in. I realised that she did not know I was a fertile male and I eventually concluded that this would be the perfect 'pay-back' for her selfish use of my body. I could not hate her though, for I had to admit that our time together had been quite intriguing. Nor could I be cruel or malicious about what had happened. I knew that she was a promiscuous bisexual lesbian and would probably be sleeping with a whole series of transvestite dancers after me. There would be no evidence to link her pregnancy to. Tessa would come to my place when she got off and get in bed with me and we would sleep until the alarm went off and then we would make love and go to work.Friday she did whatever special event Marla had for her and I would use that night to get family stuff out of the way — visit mom and dad, have dinner with my sister and stuff like that. Saturday I would go to the Top Hat about two hours before closing, watch Tessa dance and then we would go out for breakfast, go either to her place or my. The train stopped and the woman got off, without looking behind, and Mark followed. She stayed a few steps ahead until they were upstairs and out on the busy pavement, she had not needed to check to see if Mark was with her. She then spoke to Mark, who was almost next to her. "I only live over the road; My name is Marsha, by the way," she said."Um, Mark, I am Mark," he replied as he looked at the very attractive woman."Bit sticky with cum in your underwear isn't it?" smiled Marsha."Yeah, yeah,.