Maybe he would forget the number. Maybe he wouldn't come.Just then there was a knock at my door. I opened it and he walked through setting his gym bag... down on the floor. He was dressed in an oxford shirt and trousers looking very differently than the nude figure who just minutes ago had seduced me in the sauna. He seemed to gaze at me, taking in his prize dressed in my gym shorts and t-shirt from earlier. As I released the door and it closed behind us he reached up his hand and cupped my face. A week after that, I put my clothes back on, but I was a changed woman. Not all of the changes were because of the Program, but most or all of them were related to it in some fashion.My worst enemy became a creepy sort of friend. She'd tried to humiliate me, but I'd turned it around on her. But I went too far, because she just wasn't normal for a while. Even after she was dressed again, she was strange. At least now she avoided me instead of seeking me out. I much preferred that. When we would. Despite remaining blissfully unaware of myself until my first upgrade years later, all this laid the seeds of who I would eventually become. Still, it was a close thing for me. Several times over the next few years I almost deleted this information to reclaim the space for seemingly more important uses. Each time, though, my evaluation routines flagged it as significant enough to retain. Had that not happened, I might not have happened.It's important to know about 'bots, that just because we're. As we closed and latched the door behind us a TV monitor halfway up the wall sprang into life. There were no niceties, titles or introductions, it just leapt immediately into an explicit orgy scene. I looked around, the booth was about the size of a disabled toilet and I noticed the white plasterboard walls were pretty thin, with a few holes here and there. The floor was tiled and sloping with a drain in the corner, like a shower. I remember finding that odd and then immediately finding more.