"Can I get something for you sir?" asked Sonia feeling uncomfortable. "Just your name and I'll leave you alone." "It's Sonia", Sonia replied with a li...ttle smile. "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," Demetrius said as he slid Sonia the flower through the small opening being careful not to harm a petal. "Nice meeting you Sonia" Demetrius said before walking away.Sonia sat in that booth staring at the flower in front of her as if it had some secret powers. She stared at the rose so. ”“It’s important for a kid’s name to have a vowel you can yodel out. That way if you need to call them in a hurry the name carries.”“Britt won’t carry,” Janet agreed. “Monica is good -- it has two vowels you can yodel.”“I think I prefer feminine-sounding names for girls,” Eva remarked.“So, Erica is still on the top of our girl’s list.”“And, Eric on the boy’s list.”“Show’s how imaginative we are.” Janet yawned. “Good night, Eva. I love you.”“I love you, too.” She closed her eyes but was unable. "No!,"she whimpered. I tried to rub it again, but her hand held mine firmly. I raised up from her breast and began to run my tongue deeply in her throat again. We kissed deeply for several moments and I felt her moment of total surrender. I don't know how one knows, but that moment of submission is communicated from spirit to spirit without a word or guesture being made. Then in just a moment or two her legs relaxed and fell open a little wider and her hand released her grip and moved to. She sat back at her work table and moved things about a bit. There were cogs and winches scattered on the table, and she slowly started to put it into some sort of order. Over the next two hours, she worked endlessly, standing up and putting pieces into a funny looking machine.After a few hours she looked at the machine to see it coming together. It was a metallic man, a robot, an automaton. You may ask what an automaton is; it is a machine built in the likeness of a human being. Eleanor had.