They had fought off the neighborhood boys, as well as a few horny relatives, and entered ninth grade bubbling with enthusiasm, still virgins despite a... few close calls at the beach that summer, especially after they appeared in their new string bikinis. Their father had paddled their bottoms when he saw them coming back into the rented house, giggling at each other about the auto accident they had caused by hurrying down the steps from the boardwalk, their big jugs bobbling wildly and three. I tell him I want to know what the hell has happened."What do you recall?" asks Dr. Hirsch."Amshe," I say. "Amshe. She went, it was horrible." Yes," he mused. "I appreciate the distress that caused you. You do know AMSHE was, in fact, an acronym of a product code?" What do you mean?" I ask him in return."AMSHE. Autonomous Machine/ Synthetic Human/ Electronic," Dr. Hirsch replies.He leaves me to ponder the implication of his words."You mean she wasn't real?" I say in a loud voice."The machine. "That's a good team out there," another of the three said, her firm breast hard again my ribs. My cock rose, unbidden."You may have lost them," I whispered, bending toward her ear and enjoying her clean smell, somehow keeping my hands to myself, but barely.We waited, the four of us, and in ten minutes or so, I went back toward the road, leaving my reins with one of the girls. I had almost reached the place where I could see when there was a screech behind me. I ran back, pulling my big blade. "Kathy felt offended by the man's crudity."I'm sorry, I don't do that sort of thing." Look, sweetheart, you walk in here with a cute face and nice body and no acting experience and expect to get an academy award role. Sorry, it doesn't work like that. Every actress has to start somewhere. Many of them get their start doing porn. This may not be a major studio film but it ain't porn. Your nude scenes probably won't be more than a half minute, maybe as much as a minute. The rest of the time.