Rubberchic

Let me tell you a story. I guess you could say it started when I was going to this dance class. I guess you could say it started there because I don’t remember much except getting to the class and seeing they were installing new mirrors. Then bam the next thing I remember doing is coming to in bed. I felt terrible and while I’m half a sleep and half awake I see this guy looking down at me. He’s old, balding, glasses, white lab coat but looks, you know, in good condition right. Now for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m thinking what ever you do don’t do the cliché and say ‘where am I’. For a start I can tell from the noise I’m in a hospital, and I feel like I had an argument with a rhino and I had come off worse. ...

Trembling Lisa crunched the long gravel path and up worn yellow sandstone steps to the large black door. Lisa was skinny, nineteen with insides that felt like a rhinoceros with terminal indigestion. A pair of large bookish spectacles sitting on a slightly rounded face dented by a spectacular storm of freckles peeped out from a proud main of auburn hair. She stared at the doorbell with the intensity one might study the Mona Lisa. The black polished door was set in the front of a large yellow stand stone mansion. The mansion was itself sat at the end of a long gravel drive way, surrounded by enough pastoral English landscape to make a Jane Austin fan swoon. Lisa stood poised with her finger over the door’s doorbell. Her finger moved within a paper’s thickness of the button and she pulled it away. Lisa turned and walked away from the unused button. After a few paces she stopped and looked back. ...

Latex toy part 1. The robot malevolently bent over and whispered in her ear. “You see that girl, the off-worlder the one walking in the crowd like a pebble in the ebb of tide?” the machine asked. It stood over her like a mountain behind a willow tree. Given the style and erect confidence of the well dressed woman in front a casual observer might suspect they were a young rock star with hulking mechanical body guard. Six camera eyes set in a steel head tracked both her response while other eyes watched the trickle of the off-worlder steps. ...

Latex toy part 1. The robot malevolently bent over and whispered in her ear. “You see that girl, the off-worlder the one walking in the crowd like a pebble in the ebb of tide?” the machine asked. It stood over her like a mountain behind a willow tree. Given the style and erect confidence of the well dressed woman in front a casual observer might suspect they were a young rock star with hulking mechanical body guard. Six camera eyes set in a steel head tracked both her response while other eyes watched the trickle of the off-worlder steps. ...