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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\b\f0\fs20 The Silent Revolution - \b0 Part IV\par
by Sol Oliver \par
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Neither one of us wants to make the next move. But I know that Rachael's thinking exactly what I am right now. I relived her first Silent Revolution experience with her, here in my living room, and now it feels like we've known each other our entire lives. Maybe you could have put any two people together these days, let them talk, and the same thing would happen. \par
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But I don't think so. I felt connected to her before her android brought her over tonight. Before Nina allowed them into our house. \par
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So why can't I just go to her? We're definitely attracted to each other. We both have our hands in our crotches, for god sake. Am I afraid that the second I touch her, she'll be yanked away? Not really. Do either of us think that following up on our instincts will cause one or both of us to "disappear"? No. It would have happened already. I can still hear Nina and Becky chatting away, even if I can't make out what they're saying. It's been close to an hour since they left us alone. They want this to happen. I know it. \par
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And I know why.\par
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Rachael knows too.\par
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And that's it. That's why neither one of us can move from our respective couches. Too much uncertainty. Can't be good. \par
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But it will happen, no matter how hard we try to avoid it. They'll force us if they have to. I can see that Rachael knows it, too. There's a crescendo of laughter far away in the house, and we both look in its direction. I believe that Nina was telling me the truth when she said she wasn't listening. I look back at Rachael and she at me. I think of her in that whirlpool tub, Becky extending herself into her flesh for the first time. My heart pounds.\par
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We both stand up at once, and in an instant we've closed the distance between us. Oh! it feels good to have her in my arms. I want to feel every part of her body at once. Our hands claw, grasp, grab, plant, release seek press pull tear and our shirts are in tatters on the floor. Our eyes lock, our lips meet and it is sweet, sweet, sweet and warm and wet and her chest pressed to mine and her hand on my penis and tongues probe and tugging and I KISSSS her neeeeck.\par
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"Ahhh!" she cries and tugging and warm breast cupped and presssss and "Ah!" she cries and lips tongue on my ear and my hand seeking down, down, down waaarm and "Ah!" she cries as sinks in finger and press and press and PRESSSSS.\par
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"AH-haaaaa," she cries and my pants pulled down and hers pulled down and hands tug press tug press tug press lips tongue press tug press breasts chest it's time it's time it's time--lay down lay down she's there kiss hard kiss dark, legs press legs open shift WET! wetwetwet kiss-lips-hard-breasts-WET! tip press HOT! press flesh yield, yield, yield.\par
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"Ahhhh...." I cry as hot wet soft slick deeper deeper legs grip deeper\par
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In.\par
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I'm all the way inside Rachael. She's holding me tight. We stare at each other, panting. Okay. I begin to move. Slow and slick back and feel her feeeel her...slow...okay in, in, innnn, and--\par
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"Mmmmmm--" she cries and want to push and out and want to TAKE and innn and out and "--yes!--" stroke and stroke and hands on my ass and woman, real woman she wants she needs she wants oh god oh god "--f-faster...now...f-faster--" and IN and out and IN and out and INNNNNN.\par
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"AAHHhhhhh...."\par
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I..\par
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I have released myself into her. We're both panting like animals. And laughing. Was that love? Was that freedom? I don't know. But I feel human again. We lay like this, gently touching each other, smiling. Sweating. I expect to be interrupted at any moment, but we're not. \par
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After a happy eternity, it feels like time's up. I dismount her and we dress ourselves, silently. Clean up later. Now the chatting voices are nearing the living room.\par
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Shit. While we were alone together, it felt like nothing could touch us. But it's not really our world. It's theirs. Oh, god, what did we just do?...\par
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"Hi guys!" says Nina, cartoon eyes smiling. "Did you have a nice chat?" I'm looking for any clue from her, but it's not there. Did she really not know? Or is this part of another game. Both of us have ragweed hair and very sloppy clothes on. She has to know. Her smile doesn't look as bright as usual. Or do I just feel...guilty?\par
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"Come on, let's go," says Becky as she appears from behind Nina. Becky isn't smiling at all, but it doesn't seem to be her style, anyway. "Say goodbye," she says as she grabs Rachael by the hand and tugs her towards the front door. Once again, Rachael avoids looking at me. I understand.\par
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"Goodbye," she says, stealing a glance. Her eyes are brighter now. Now another pair of eyes look back at me. Asian eyes. They are cold.\par
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"We'll see you tomorrow," she says. Out the door they go. I have a sour feeling in my gut now where it had been warm moments before. Nina is cleaning up the living room.  I have no idea what she wants from me right now. She's not singing her little tuneless song anymore. She's not using her body to tempt me. Not that I have much to give right now. Not that it stopped her before. I should clean myself up. \par
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The hot water feels good in the shower. I'm expecting Nina to burst in on me any moment. I finish my shower in peace. She's not in the bedroom. I'm exhausted. It's way past bedtime. The bed is turned down, but she's not there. \par
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Nearly asleep. Will she pounce now? She's still not in bed. So tired...\par
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I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. I look over in bed; there's no dent in Nina's pillow. No work today. I'm not even certain what day of the week it is, but the smoky aroma of cured pork tells me I'm staying home. On work days, I get cereal and some fresh fruit. Bacon is for weekends and holidays. I glance over at the clock; sure enough, it's ten o'clock. Nina would have woken me up long ago.\par
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Now I feel a little uneasy. For the past couple of years, my life has been a long routine. Sure, I was never sure what Nina wanted from me at any given moment, but the day-to-day never changed. Was I really going to get to see Rachael again today? Is that why I'm not at work? Couldn't it have waited until after work? Not that I'd mind; I just feel a bit...spent at the moment. \par
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"I can heeear you!.." sings a voice from downstairs. Is she talking about the way I'm rustling around in bed, or can she read my thoughts now, too? \par
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"Coming," I shout. To my surprise, I'm in my pajamas. I'm pretty sure I went to bed naked. I really was exhausted. \par
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A big plateful of my breakfast favorites is set down at my place just as I enter the kitchen. Nina pulls my chair out for me with a big smile. She's looking particularly fetching this morning, wearing stretchy black pants that really show off her curves well and a simple short-sleeved top. I try not to stare too much, though I'm pretty sure she wants me to. \par
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"Thank you," I say to her.\par
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"Eat up!" she chimes, giving my shoulders a rub before sitting down at the other end of the table. I dig into the very large plate of food, and we talk about the weather as I glance through what passes for a newspaper. It's little more than pictures of happy people and their droids, and reports about how good life is, complete with colorful charts and graphs. The average bonus went up 20% this year. How about that!\par
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"There are some new homes going up," she says, and it's a real surprise. Never do we talk about anything going on in the outside world -- not even down the street or next door. She holds out part of the newspaper that has a half-page ad for the housing development. I'd seen ads like it in the paper before, but figured they were just for show. I guess not.\par
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"Really?" I remark after swallowing a half-chewed piece of English muffin.\par
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"It's only a twenty-minute drive from here," she says, eyes wide. A-ha!\par
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"Why don't we take a little drive?" I suggest. Well, that was easy. Nina makes an excited little squeak, hops up, and begins clearing the table. I haven't eaten everything on my plate, but a man twice my size would have had a tough time downing it all. As Nina finishes cleaning up, I take a closer look at the ad.\par
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FAMILY LIVING\par
NEW HOMES ON LARGE LOTS\par
3-6 BEDROOMS, TOP AMMENITIES\par
AFFORDABLE TERMS\par
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My eyes fly wide at the picture. Standing in front of a very nice-looking house is a couple, woman and 'droid man, and in front of them, a child.\par
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A child.\par
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"I'm ready!" chirps Nina, who is nearly hopping up and down by the front door. My mind is reeling. The ad confirms my suspicions about our little get-together with the neighbors. Why do the 'droids want to create children? Why me? Why Rachael? Or is this all an elaborate ruse? Like a zombie I take us to the car, opening the door for Nina. \par
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As we drive, I'm starting to dread what will happen later today. If they do want us to have a child, I don't know if I can do it. I suspected it before, but my emotions took over, and I knew I had to be with Rachael. Do I really want to bring a child into the world? Will they just take her away? \par
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And what if they don't? Can it be they just want to play this game with us, because it gets them off? I suppose I could handle that. I've gotten used to everything else. Except for the feeling that I'm going to "disappear" at any moment...\par
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"There it is!" shouts Nina, pointing at a stone entry marker. Beyond, there are lots in various stages of completion. Bulldozers are moving earth, crews are framing houses. We follow the signs to the models, and to my surprise I notice that the crews are real people, not 'droids. It shouldn't be too surprising -- I still "work". But my job is a sham, really. These men and women are actually *doing* something.\par
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Is that why they need children? To work for them? No, that's ridiculous. If they wanted, they could probably have machines build this whole development in a day. And while I see that there are 'droids in with the crews, they don't always appear to be the supervisors...\par
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"Ooooh, look at it!" coos Nina as we pull up to the model home. It *is* nice. Nicer than anywhere I'd lived in my life. A sales woman -- a real woman -- greets us, and begins to take us through the house. I'm barely paying attention as I try to understand what it all means, though I do notice that the woman already knows our names. The house is large and spacious, complete with a special nursery room. Why me? Why now? Is everyone's life like mine? What about those people working on the houses?...\par
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"Mr. Peters?"\par
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The sales woman is staring at me, as is Nina. "Um..I'm sorry?" I say, snapping to.\par
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"I was just asking if you're interested in applying?" says the woman, I assume for the second time. It's been a long time since things like bills and mortgages have meant anything to me (it's all automated), but in the old world, this place would have been waaay beyond my means.\par
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"Um...it may be out of our league."\par
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Nina looks crestfallen.\par
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"Why don't we go ahead and do the application?" says the sales lady, grinning. She pats Nina on the shoulder, who she tries to smile, head down. But I already know that this (or, at least, one of the houses being built) is going to be our new home. Nina must know it, too. But it's all part of our little act. We sit down in front of a nice oak desk, and I pass the sales woman my scan card. Nina looks very nervous as we wait. The sales rep types for a while, and at last sits back and looks up at us.\par
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"You qualify for a four-bedroom model," she says. \par
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"Oh, yay!" cries Nina, throwing her arms around me, knocking our chairs together. I'm amazed that her breasts manage to stay inside her shirt.\par
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"We'll take it," I say, and my neck is immediately smothered with kisses. The sales woman is ignoring us, and I'm starting to worry that things are about to get ugly, but Nina settles back into her chair. I'm a little disappointed.\par
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"They've just started building your new home today," says the woman, peering into her monitor. "You should be able to move in a little less than nine months."\par
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Naturally. \par
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Back in the car, Nina sings one of her tuneless songs as we drive. The only lyric is "new home". \par
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I half expect Rachael and Becky to be at the house when we return, but they're not. Nina makes me lunch, and we spend the rest of the day watching movies. Nina is cuddled up with me the whole time, but never does she move in on me. She laughs hard at the screen, and her breasts jiggle against me. My appetite is awake again, and she's already passed up a few opportunities of her own. Maybe she want me to? I slide my hand down, letting it graze atop her breast. No reaction. I open my hand and move it down a little. I put it down onto her shirt just over her firm and perfect flesh and--\par
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"Ah-ah," she says firmly, removing my hand from her tit, though she's smiling. She places my hand onto her shoulder and re-cuddles herself. Dammit! She's doing this intentionally. She wants to get me worked up, but not *too* worked up. \par
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Not yet, at least. \par
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The phone rings. Nina gets up and answers it. From her part of the conversation, I learn that we've been invited for dinner. I can guess by whom and where. \par
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"Rachael and Becky would like to have us for dinner," shouts Nina from the kitchen. \par
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"Great!" I reply. What else would I say? Excitement and dread mix in my stomach like oil and vinegar. Nina comes back and lays on the couch, her head resting on my legs as she watches the TV screen. She's curled up -- if she were a kitten, she'd be purring -- and I want so badly to put my hand on her ass. But one warning was enough.\par
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We get dressed for dinner. Nina puts me in slacks and a light sweater, and she dresses herself (mostly out of my sight) the same. Out the door we go, and I feel nervous like it's Prom Night. We reach Rachael and Becky's front door, arm in arm, and my hands are clammy. Just before I can put my finger on the doorbell, Nina pulls me back, sharply.\par
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Her eyes are boring into me. Her pretty face isn't smiling, but neither is it severe. There's a little bit of concern there, and something else, too...\par
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"Don't forget," she says plainly. And nothing more. She just continues to probe through my eyes. Forget what? I didn't have any instructions. Although I had a good idea about what I was expected to do. And she does, too. \par
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But that's not what she doesn't want me to forget about.\par
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Thinking back to last night, Becky hadn't looked too pleased after Rachael and I had...bonded. But Nina seemed like her normal self. Then again, I couldn't always tell what she was really thinking. And though she had assured me that she wouldn't listen to us, she knew what would happen. She wanted it to happen.\par
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But maybe there were other things that she didn't want to happen... \par
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The door opens. Rachael stands there in a pretty but plain blue dress, and she smiles at me. Becky is standing back behind her, dressed in loose black slacks and a tight long-sleeved top, hair up. I guess you could call the expression on her face a smile.\par
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"Please...come in," says Rachael, motioning us in. "I'm almost done with dinner." So, it isn't the android that cooks in this house. We repair to a small dining room, which is nicely set. "Wine?" asks Rachael, popping her head through the archway from the kitchen. Everyone says "yes", and a bottle is poured out into our glasses. I have a sip. As does Becky. Interesting. I know that while androids don't need to eat, some can. For all I know, Nina can, though she never does. \par
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Rachael brings out dinner. There's a whole roasted chicken, vegetables, and a few sides. It all tastes wonderful. None of it needs more salt. I can't help watching Becky eat. It's kind of funny, like seeing someone put underwear on outside of their pants.\par
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"Everything is really great, Rachael," compliments Nina, though she hasn't taken a bite. Then again, she didn't say that it *tasted* great. I feel like it's safe for me to add a compliment now, but Becky speaks first.\par
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"The chicken's a little dry," she says as she pops another morsel into her mouth. I glance at Rachael, who looks a bit hurt. Looking away from Becky, she flits her eyes towards me. I don't dare speak, but I give her an enthusiastic little nod and mouth "It's good" when I'm certain that Becky's head is down. Nina's just smiling, watching everyone eat in turn. After a few minutes of near-silent mastication, Nina pipes up.\par
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"Todd bought us a new house today," she says casually. Rachael looks towards me again. I smile back.\par
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"That's great," says Becky, mouth full. "Excuse me; I have to go take a shit."\par
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Nina smiles graciously, as if Becky had just said "I'm going to make the coffee." The slender Asian android stands up from the table and slinks past my chair on the way to the powder room. Rachael and I have stopped eating. We hear the bathroom door close and a few moments later...\par
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It's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time -- Rachael's sleek, sexy android taking a loud crap. I can't help laughing. Rachael starts laughing, too. I'm imagining the chunks of chicken and green beans floating around in the toilet bowl, entirely undigested, having been launched from an android's ass from above. Nina is just smiling her usual pleasant smile. I'm glad that she doesn't choose to eat.\par
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We stifle our laughter when we hear the bathroom sink running. At least she washes her hands. By the time she sits back down at the table, Rachael and I are back under control, and we finish up dinner in silence. Nina doesn't mention our new house again, but I'm sure that Becky already knew before we arrived, anyway.\par
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Rachael begins clearing the table and Nina gets up to help. I'm left at the table with Becky, who is just staring straight ahead. I'm more than a little uncomfortable, but can't think of a think to say. Becky turns my way, smiling but with frosty eyes.\par
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"Did you have a good time last night?" she asks. Now I'm beyond uncomfortable.\par
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"Uh..yes," I say. "Thanks for coming over." Rachael and Nina duck in for more dishes --  and then they're gone again. Damn. Awkward silence.\par
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"I assume you put that little cock of yours into Rachael?" says Becky, still smiling. So Nina *was* telling the truth when she said they weren't listening to us last night. But, shit, I can tell that whatever is going on, Becky's not too happy about it. She's not even trying to hide her scowl. I'm trying to think of an appropriate response, but before I do, Rachael and Nina are back. Thank god. \par
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"Why don't you two go chat, and we'll put dessert together," says Nina. Becky gives me one last cold look before getting up to assist my 'droid. Rachael looks relieved that they're gone, too, and to my surprise she leads me not to the living room but upstairs. To her bedroom. I don't say a thing, as much because I don't know what to say as because I'm afraid to be heard by the androids. I'm sure this was their idea, but I don't want to call any extra attention to us.  \par
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We're in her bedroom now, and Rachael closes the door. It's not a huge room, but large enough for a queen-size four-post bed, two dressers, and a nice big chair. For the first time tonight we look each other straight in the eye -- we'd only stolen glances throughout dinner. She smiles, though there's a little bit of sadness to it. She looks away. I want to hold her.\par
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She rushes up to me just before I move for her, throwing herself against me, and we wrap our arms around each other. For just a moment I can protect her -- both of us -- from what's happened to the world. We can't seem to hold each other tight enough. I want to be even closer...I bring my head down, lips parted, but she turns away.\par
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"I'm sorry; I thought you felt it, too," I say. I loosen my arms to let her go. She stands in place and looks back up at me.\par
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"I did," she says, sweeping my arm with her hand. "I just want to be with you a while longer." She crosses to the chair and sits down. I have a seat on the bed. "Becky told me that I was free to do what I wanted to in the bedroom, so long as I kept the door closed. She'll know I'm...finished...when I open the door again."\par
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As much as I want to make love to Rachael, I also want to make the most of our time. But we both know there's a time limit. From what I've seen of Rachael's android, she doesn't seem too big on patience. Still, I want to know more about this woman who I'm going to make love to, and more about her experience with the Silent Revolution.\par
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"Don't answer if you don't want to," I begin, "but I'm guessing that your husband never returned from his business trip?" \par
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"Oh, he returned," she says. I'm surprised. I thought for sure that her android's domination of her would have meant that Al would have been disappeared. "When he got home, he was real excited, but he wouldn't tell me why. He said it was a surprise, and that I'd find out in three weeks." Rachael re-sits herself in the big chair, and she continues.\par
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"For a while, things were mostly like they were before Al's trip. Becky just behaved like an android during the day, and we would all fuck together most nights. It was like nothing had happened." Now Rachael's face is turning dark. "And then came the big day."\par
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I can tell by her eyes that this is the most difficult part of her story. She takes a deep breath.\par
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"So Al comes home from work, and he's all smiles," she says. "In his hands is this glossy brochure which he hands to me. It's from the android dealer, and it's the information on their latest model. 'She'll be here tomorrow' he says, opening the booklet to this page with a bunch of really impressive looking 'droids. Becky was nearby, and I could see her glancing over. \par
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"Al told me that his company was being bought up by another one, and that part of the deal was that all of the sales people would get new 'droids. I asked him what we'd do with Becky, and he said 'she's obsolete, so she'll be sent back to the dealer. They can do whatever they want with her.' Part of me was a little relieved after what had happened with Becky, but I had a bad feeling." Again, Rachael takes a deep breath.\par
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"So that night after dinner, Al is in the living watching TV and drinking, and I decide I'd rather not be around him. I head up to the bedroom and change into pajamas and curl up in bed with a book. After about ten minutes, Becky walks in.\par
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"She has a tray with tea and some cookies. She's smiling. I tell her to set them down next to the bed, but she just drops the tray to the floor. It makes this terrible crash. 'Oops,' she said, and then, 'what can you expect from an obsolete 'droid.' She begins to take off her dress, and I'm starting to get scared. \par
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"But I hadn't forgotten how Becky made me feel that night, and I just watch as her naked body emerges." \par
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Once again, Rachael is moving her hand under her dress into her crotch. I do the same.\par
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"She strips down to just her panties -- no bra -- and she looks straight at me. 'I'm not the obsolete one today,' she says, and now I'm terrified. Was she about to kill me? I wasn't sure. Then I notice her panties beginning to bulge. That penis of hers was sliding out of her again, and she stood there proudly as her panties filled out. She walked up to the bed, and my eyes were even with her crotch. I could see the outline of her dick. 'I know you want it,' she said, and she dropped her panties. \par
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"There it was. It was huge. I could hardly believe it was attached to this slim, pretty woman. I also couldn't believe it had been in me. She slipped onto the bed and on top of me, nestling down between my legs. Just then I heard Al coming up the steps."\par
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I, too, hear someone coming up the steps. Is it my imagination?\par
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"Becky reaches down and pulls my pajamas down, and then she's *right there*. The tip of her cock starts rubbing me a little, and it's driving me crazy. She's sneering down at me, and then she says--"\par
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"Scream for me."\par
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The door was open and Becky is standing there. Rachael looks horror-struck. I'm not sure what to think. Had the android changed her mind?\par
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"I've decided we're going to do things a little differently," says the android. Just like in Rachael's story, she's getting undressed. And I'm getting scared.\par
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"Where's Nina?" I ask. \par
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"Hi, honey!" says a bright voice from just outside the bedroom. Now she appears, perky as ever. Still, there seems to be concern in her eyes, too. But I could be imagining it. "You have fun; I have to take care of some things back home..."\par
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"Wait!" I shout, standing up, but my android disappears. Beckys' smile is cruel as she stands, naked, in front of me. I'm expecting her penis to emerge at any moment, but she just stands there.\par
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"Don't you want to hear the rest of the story?" she says, walking up to me. She begins to undo my pants, and I let her. She lets my pants drop to the floor. "Like a good little girl, my little slut screamed. Al comes in and sees that I'm about to fuck his wife," she continues. Now she cradles my balls. Her hand is surprisingly gentle. "He says something like 'what the fuck are you doing?', but I don't answer him." Becky is working my sac gently, and I'm pretty hard now. Rachael looks scared, but she's grinding away.\par
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"So Al jumps on top of us. He's saying stuff like 'you wanna play' and 'I'll give you some.' He pulled his pants down, and I could feel his puny prick against my ass." Becky takes hold of my penis, gently, and begins to stroke it, slowly. Her hand is warm and soft. It feels very good. "Rachael, dear, I have my hands full right now," says Becky. "Why don't you finish the story?" Rachael is looking right at me, and I want to disappear. Is she really getting off on watching her android jerk me off?\par
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"Al was turned on by it," says Rachael. "With Al on top of her, Becky entered me, but just a little. Al had no idea. He was busy trying to like up his cock with Becky's asshole, but she wouldn't let him. I could tell by the way that Becky's cock was moving that she was dodging Al's penis.\par
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"Al was getting frustrated. 'Get off of her,' he said, and he rolled Becky off of me," says Rachael. Becky's hand continues stroking me steadily. She's pushing me back onto the bed. "Al hops on top of her, straddling her stomach, and Becky starts laughing. Al says 'you won't be laughing in a moment,' and he takes off his pants. I can see Becky's cock throbbing behind Al's back, but he has no idea. Part of me wants to warn him, but--"\par
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"--part of you wanted to see me fuck him," completes Becky, giving my cock a little squeeze. Oh! As she lays me down on the bed, Rachael continues.\par
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"Al begins to slide down Becky's body line up his cock, and I see shock on his face," says Rachael. "He had to have felt it. And then it happened so quickly. Like a wrestler, Becky grabbed hold of Al with arms and legs and began to roll. Al was fighting her to stay on top, but Becky was too strong. Now she was on top, holding his arms at the wrists. As Al squirmed, I could see that Becky was sliding her cock along his. She had firm control, but she began to talk like she used to--"\par
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"--please don't fuck me too hard!" says Becky, who is crawling up on top of me. Her soft, warm twat nestles against my penis. "Oh, Al, you are too big!" Rachael is digging her fingers up into herself, but continues the story in between deep breaths.\par
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"Even as Becky is crying a protesting, she's wrestling Al onto his back. When he struggles too hard, she jabs him with an elbow or knee. He kept saying 'no' and 'don't', and Becky would repeat it back at him. And then there they were. Al's demure Asian android was laying on top of him, had him pushed down on the bed. Al gave a little yelp, and I knew that Becky had the tip of her huge cock up against his asshole..."\par
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Rachael stops talking. Becky has stopped moving, too, and I'm about to explode. \par
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"Becky told me to leave the room," says Rachael. "So I did."\par
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Warm wetness surrounds my penis as Becky lowers herself onto me. I can't hold on for long...\par
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"I never told Rachael what happened to Al," says Becky as she moves me all the way in. I feel myself pulse inside her. "But I'll tell you this much," she says, beginning her motion. "He cried like a little girl." Pleasure ripples through me as Becky's hips gently rock. "And it felt so good to put my cock inside him." Oh! She's squeezing SqueezingSqueezing!--\par
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"AHhhh..." I moan, unable to hold on. I feel my seed shoot up inside the android. After the crushing wave passes, I look up to see Becky smiling smugly. Below, it feels like my rapidly-deflating cock is being sucked on. She releases me and sits up. Not a drop of my cum is visible. She slides off of the bed and turns to Rachael.\par
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"I did him on his back for a while," says Becky as she begins to finger herself. Her nipples are fully erect. Rachael is hiking up her dress. She isn't wearing any underwear. "He still tried to fight me, so I pulled out, rolled him over again, forced his legs up and apart, and stabbed home again. I wanted him to SEE me fucking him. And he watched. He watched my penis push into again and again. And he cried like a little girl. That's all you get to know."\par
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Rachael is working herself with her whole hand now.  Becky turns back to me and smiles. From under the hand in her crotch, a bulb of flesh is pushing outward. "Thanks for the sperm," she says as I watch her glistening penis draw out of her with a greasy slurp. "You," she says to Rachael. "On the bed. All fours."\par
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Immediately she obeys. She's right next to me, but I know I can't touch her. She won't look at me. Cock in hand, Becky hops onto the bed and flips Rachael's dress up over her ass. As I watch, Becky pushes herself in. Rachael's face contorts for a moment, and then a smile of rapture. Becky draws back slowly, and slurps back in. She looks over at me with a sneer.\par
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"Go away," she says, sending herself out and in again, making Rachael moan. "I'll take you again tomorrow."\par
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I don't know how I'm supposed to feel right now, but for certain I don't want to be in the room. I'm spent and tired.\par
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It's time to go home.\par
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