What was to become of me? I continued to cry as I driftedoff to sleep.I had not cheered up much the following morning. I got up andclimbed into my fav...ourite jeans and white T-shirt."Good morning Paul." the doctor greeted me. "Not feel the urge toget into a mini skirt yet then?" he sniggered."Fuck you!" I yelled back."Take your time dear boy, well boy for another short time." helaughed. "The hormones will change you very quickly and speakingof which here is your dose for today."I cringed as he. "You've still got a lot to learn, Kid," he said firmly. "Remember what we talked about earlier; you need to take care of me first." He nodded towards the other towel on the bench and I understood immediately. I felt ashamed of myself for forgetting about our earlier discussion. I put my own towel down quickly and grabbed the unused one."That's better," he said as I reached up and started drying his big muscular body. He stood there patiently as I worked the big fluffy towel over his rugged. “That’s what’s so amazing,” she said. “I liked it. No, I enjoyed it. It was completely different. I was thinking of all these things, the past, Hannah, you. But it was so different than anything I felt before that it was like I’d never done it before.”“Trust me, it didn’t feel like you’d never done it before,” I sighed.“Rodney was very demanding. I didn’t understand how abusive he was until years later.”“I’m so sorry, Phoebe,” I said. “No woman should have to endure that.”Suddenly she burst. And it was true that, after a week, the nightmares came less frequently.Of course, he was seeing a therapist, to help him through it. But there would always be times when he closed his eyes, and he would see the man smiling, feel the knife cutting into his female flesh.There was little the police would do. They were too busy dealing with real crimes against real people to worry about what someone did to a sex bot. Sex bots were the lowest of the low on the social ladder. A stolen or.