Darling Nikki

Writting in 4 mins 12 seconds.

James awoke; it was time.

Delivery of the deivce was 4 days. It had been and, well, they had been reliable in the past. At that moment, the door bell rang. "prompt", he mused.

The man at the door looked haggard, looked defeated. Perhaps that was fair, as he had been delivering for A.N.A.L for 16 years. How could that company not crush a mans soul. I mean, they were smut peddlers. Thats a long way away from law school. (Altought perhaps not, methaphociaxcllay spkeaing).

James thanked the delivery man, and slammed his door. His reection was massive. The choke suit was here.

100% robot, but realistic as hell. Custom made; spitting image of James's grade 6 teacher - He had provided a photo, and well, they did the rest.

James took her out of the box, "Darling Nikki". Stunning. Sexy. Mechanical.

Oh well, James thought. Im sick of the bar scene. Eharmony? Well thats just not my bag,
either.

James picked up the phone and ordered a pizza - he didnt bother to ask Nikki what she wanted. He ran the show.

He looked at his calander; Yup, he hasd the next 3 days booked off, and, well he was damed sure going to make the most of them.

He leaned in and kissed the machine.

"Darling Nikki", he said plainly

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