The other day I went to this exhibition where they had all kinds of mechanical devices and I spotted this female cyborg. I knew when I first saw her on the showroom floor that she was made for me. I took her home and dressed her up in polyester. Although she was emotionless and cold as ice, she was all of the things I like: The way she looked, the way she moved, the sounds she was making in ultra-chrome, latex and steel. I plugged her in and dimmed the lights. I tried to resist her perfect skin and plastic kiss. When we touched I felt hallucinated and tranquilized. I understood from that point forward my private life would be subject to investigation once people heard about our deviation. But she never looked so good after wearing the fake fur and fake pearls for me.
It had taken a couple of weeks of negotiation but Joe finally got the deal he wanted and drove out of the dealership in his brand new Explorer. His girlfriend knew his real motivation for buying a utility vehicle was because he loved to go four-wheeling on Saturdays with his friends and felt a little conspicuous when he was always doing the "riding" and never the driving. Joe arrived and ran into her house as excited as a nine-year-old boy with his first bicycle. Mary was working at her computer as Joe came up behind her, gave her a big kiss on the cheek and said, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go! Let's go for a ride." They jumped into the Explorer and headed out of town. After a few minutes, Joe pulled over to the side of the road and invited Mary to drive. She got behind the wheel and found that she really enjoyed the sensation of sitting up so high with a great view of everything ahead of her. Joe instructed, "Hang a left here" and as Mary follow...
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