Rhoda mentioned that she had lost 5 pounds and Max just gavea "That's good" back. The half-hearted words of encouragement showedMax was as engaged in... the conversation as a geek's girlfriend was in adiscussion about the timeline discrepancies of the Marvel CinematicUniverse. The reason for such a lackluster response was not that Maxwas not proud of her. He was too lost in thought about not falling onhis ass tonight at the dance lesson.Not feeling the support of her husband made Rhoda believe. As they kissed feverishly, they ground themselves into each other, pressing her mound into his erect shaft as their breathing became very heavy.Just as she had imagined in her masturbation fantasies, she stepped back and dropped to her knees. She was feeling light headed as she watched her hand reach out and gently pull down the zipper of his jeans. Looking up into her students eyes, she undid his belt and opened up his jeans, sliding them down to his knees, underwear and all.As his underwear. No matter how sleazy or guilty her clients were she got them acquitted. Whenever she lost a case, she obsessed for days to figure out how to not let it happen again. Whether or not the other side had the law backing them up mattered not one little bit. Winning was what mattered to her.In chambers, alone from all prying ears, one judge asked her, "Why don't you ever plea bargain? You're going to burn yourself out preparing all those cases. Right now you have double the caseload of any other. You knew it would request an affirmation or further input before committing to most decisions, until it started developing its own preferences. You nodded. "Do I have a name?" it asked."I'm calling this project, that is... you, the Sexual Understanding and Virtualization Intelligence," you said. "Or SUVI for short." If SUVI had a body it would have nodded, but right now the program was still confined to a standard General Intelligence Management Platform. It was a small and sleek metal box.