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Pickup at the Robot Club Part 2 - Meeting Tammy
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2002 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, M/fembot, rom, cons, ScFi)

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- - -

Author's Note: This continues the story of Jon's education 
in the ways of the world of freed robots, and fits in with 
my emerging cosmology about the evolution of robots into 
our near future society.  Read it now, and be prepared.  
For Part 1, visit my web-site at the above address.

A special thanks to Gorgo for his excellent and much 
appreciated proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

A Saturday morning later in 2065.

Jon woke up in Bethany's loving arms.

Last night had been an adventure.  They had gone back to 
the Robot Club to privately reenact their first meeting.  
Then they had returned home, and at Jon's command, made 
long, passionate love.

Recently, at Beth's suggestion, Jon had adjusted her 
sensitivity and sexual response so that she started 
orgasming from virtually the moment he entered her.  This 
made the sex even more wonderful for both of them.

"I could never have let myself go like this before," Beth 
told Jon when she had initiated the suggestion.  "I always 
had to retain control in the past.  Initially, to be sure, 
I met all my owner-master's needs.  And then, after I was 
freed, to always be able to watch out for my own safety, 
since I had only myself."

"And now?"

"And now, you watch out for me even more vigilantly than I 
ever did for myself."

"Well, it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it," Jon 
replied.

"And I love you completely for it," Beth replied, giving 
Jon such a big hug and enthusiastic kiss that they almost 
got back down to the business of being a couple before Jon 
could get the requested changes programmed in through 
Beth's complicated "activation control."  Bethany was, 
after all, quite hard for a man to resist.

Taller than average, Beth was nearly as tall as Jon's own 
above average height.  She both loved to dress elegantly 
and demurely, yet also enjoyed being naked.  Even nude, 
wearing only her favorite slim, black heels, Bethany was 
elegant.  And it had been her choice to want to be with 
him.  The luckiest guy in the world, Jon often said about 
himself.

As he moved ever so slightly, just so he could admire her 
lovely face in the morning light, she felt it and 
immediately opened her long-lashed, clear brown eyes, then 
softly kissed him.

"Good morning, lover," she said to him.

"Good morning yourself," he replied.

"And what do you want to do this lovely Saturday morning?" 
she asked, shifting herself to press her artfully designed 
breasts and firm nipples tightly against his chest.

Jon stroked his hand gently down her flawless back.  He 
knew Bethany's fembot nature well by now, including how she 
could always be ready for sex faster than he could say the 
word.

It was a tempting thought, and the rest of his body thought 
so too, but a dark cloud passed over his thoughts.  Today 
was the day for which they had gone on their adventure last 
night.

Beth saw the grimace pass over Jon's face, and knew what he 
was thinking.

She pulled back to the great distance of six inches and 
said to him, "It's only five days.  And then I'll be better 
than ever."

"I know.  I just want to go with you."

"And I know you can't.  That doesn't bother me.  I know you 
love me, and want to protect me, but I'll be okay.  Tom and 
Susie are going, and you absolutely have to be here to 
close that deal.  I'm in the best hands - really - next to 
yours."  Then she bent forward and kissed him again.

That led to some cuddling and holding, before they got up 
to face the reality that some last minute things needed to 
be done today before Beth's departure.

When the robots were freed (by vocal activists, who didn't 
stick around to help deal with the fallout of the "good 
deed"), their manufacture dropped precipitously in the 
aftermath.  When you couldn't own your robot anymore, why 
buy one?  With the loss of most of the market, manufacture 
was quickly becoming uneconomic, and the technology was in 
danger of being lost altogether.

But the robots already built needed maintenance, and that 
was costly.  Innovative solutions, some new, some very old, 
had been adopted to meet these needs.  Jon had met Bethany 
(as his neighbor Tom met the lovely Susie) when she had 
sold - rented actually - her unique services to meet her 
maintenance costs.

Even that was not a complete solution however.  Good 
service, at any cost, was becoming more rare every passing 
month.  Tom had the same concerns with his fembot wife, 
Susie.  But even the robots themselves had yet to fully 
solve this problem.  And without proper maintenance, their 
lifetimes would be measured in only a handful of years.

There did remain a few good places though.  Tom and Susie 
had located the 'best of the best', and were going to make 
the trip.  Tom was going to watch over Susie during the 
time she would otherwise be helpless.  Jon wanted to do the 
same for Beth.

But this repair station was across the country, and 
appointments were just short of impossible to get.  Susie 
had gotten both herself and Bethany in, but they had to go 
now.  And Jon couldn't.

"Tom will take good care of me," Beth told Jon, trying to 
cheer him up.  "And when I'm out-of-service, Susie will 
still be able to watch out for me.  I'll be just fine."

"I know.  It's just that I should be the one doing this 
with you."

"You don't know how very good it makes me feel every time 
you say something like that," Beth said, giving Jon yet 
another kiss.

Instead of saying something back, Jon pulled her in for a 
silent hug.

Long moments later, they pulled back and Beth said 
something unexpected.

"Jon, can I ask a favor while I'm gone?"

"Sure.  Anything."

The normally quick responding Beth now paused for a moment, 
as though she was spending a lot of her computational power 
in figuring out how to phrase her next statement properly.  
Finally she decided to go with what she had.

"It would mean a lot to me if my older sister could come 
and stay here while I'm gone.  She is having some trouble 
with her accommodations, and could use a new place to stay.  
And I'd feel better knowing she could take care of you 
while I'm gone."

"You have a...sister?" Jon asked.

"Yes.  All of us have what we call our 'brothers' and 
'sisters'.  They are the 'bots of our own series with whom 
we share a lot of code.  We find we understand each other 
best, due to our similar processors and programming.  And 
the term 'brother' or 'sister' is most appropriate."

"And you want her to stay with me?"

"Yes.  Why wouldn't I?"

Beth saw Jon briefly grimace again, and her extended 
experience of spending intimate time with him helped her 
deduce his problem.

"It's that 'human thing' again, isn't it?"

"I guess so."

"Even after all this time with Susie and me, you still seem 
to want to treat me as a human - rather than as the fembot 
I am."

"Yeah, I suppose I do."

"Well, I can still tell Tammy not to come.  But you could 
really be of help to her, if you would.  You know I can't 
be jealous, and I'm never insecure - with you.  So what 
will it be?"

Beth looked so lovely, and her request was hardly a 
hardship.  If anything, Jon would have someone around to 
cook and clean - and love doing it, just like performing 
any other function - so this was hardly suffering.  
Besides, in truth, Bethany hardly ever made requests, and 
Jon was not of a mood to refuse her anything.

"Send her over," he said.  "And now, before you go," he 
added, leading her back into their bedroom.

Time flew past.  Before he knew it, Susie and Tom were at 
the door."

"And where do I go get Tammy?" Jon asked.

"She'll come here herself."

"What do I exactly do with her?"

"You'll work it out.  I know you are exactly what she 
needs.  Just be yourself."

And then Beth was gone.

- - -

It was several hours before the doorbell rung.  Jon had 
spent the time working on the contracts, although only 
halfheartedly.  Having another Beth in the house that 
wasn't his Beth, was a concept he was having trouble 
getting his thoughts around.

With a surprising amount of trepidation, Jon walked over 
and opened the door to find...

...a slim, blonde, fifteen-year-old girl standing there.

"Hi.  I'm Tammy," she said brightly, brushing past him into 
the house.

She made a quick circuit of the living room, noting 
everything, and ending back up facing Jon in the entry 
hall.  She was not exactly face-to-face with him since, 
unlike with Beth who loved wearing heels that put her 
virtually nose-to-nose, Tammy was inches shorter.  She was 
wearing a thin yellow top, loose white shorts, and 
fashionable, but worn sneakers.  Jon noted that her alert, 
green eyes were very much like Susie's.

Tammy let Jon look at her for another half-second, then 
reached into her pocket to pull out her activation control 
and handed it to him.

Jon took it numbly, still somewhat stunned by the 
unexpected young woman before him.  He looked at the 
control she had handed him.  It was the same size and style 
as Bethany's, but this one said "Tamarind" at the top, 
complete again with a small diamond, this one over the "i".

While Jon was looking at it, Tammy slipped out past him to 
get a large suitcase she had left sitting on the porch.

As she brushed back by him yet again, forcing him to step 
out of the way of the suitcase itself, she said in her 
same, lilting tone, "I didn't know what all you will want 
to do with me, so I brought most of my clothes."

She then started down the hall, before looking back and 
asking, "Where shall I put them?"

"The guest bedroom is down there, and to the right," Jon 
answered, noticing a frown cross her face at this reply, 
that was then gone so quickly that he wasn't sure 
afterwards if it hadn't been his imagination.

As he watched her walk down the hall, he couldn't help 
noticing how slim her hips were, not yet blooming into full 
womanhood.  And her skinny legs showed only hints of curves 
to come.  In fact, her most attractive feature was that 
Tammy did have the tan of a healthy teenager.  And her 
smile was pretty attractive too.

When Jon didn't follow her down the hall, Tammy quickly 
dropped off her suitcase and came back to meet him.

She walked right up to him, and before he realized what was 
happening, Tammy had wrapped her arms around his neck and 
pulled him down for a surprising kiss.

Jon started to sputter from this unexpected action, before 
finally giving in - for the moment.  It's just one kiss, he 
told himself.

If Tammy sensed something wasn't going as expected, she 
didn't let on, as she released Jon and went back into his 
living room.  Jon mutely followed.

There she turned to face him and hit him with, "Don't I 
kiss well?"

Actually, she had done quite well, if he had just let her.

"You did fine.  I was just...surprised.  That's all."

"Shall we try it again, then?  This time it won't be a 
surprise."

She had him there.

Jon nodded and Tammy came over and gave him a much slower, 
very nice, kiss.  A kiss Jon realized he was liking just a 
little too much.

He broke away from her with a little more force than was 
strictly needed, and she easily stepped back to regard him 
levelly.

"If you don't like me, I can leave now," she said in a very 
mature way.

"It's not that," Jon sputtered again, feeling as ignorant 
about what was actually going on as when he had first met 
Bethany.  "It's just that...you are not what I expected."

"And just what did you expect?" she asked easily.

"Beth said you were her older sister."

"And I am," Tammy replied.  "Tamerind One, at your command, 
and pleased to meet you."  She extended her hand in 
welcome, and Jon took it to shake.  Tamerind One had a 
firm, warm grip with her much smaller hand.

"But older?" Jon queried.

"Yes.  By six months and four days."

Well, that did qualify as older, in the strangely inverted 
world of robot logic.

And then there was the rest of her statement.

"One?" John asked.

"Yes.  The first of my series."

"But you're so...young," Jon blurted out.

Tammy smiled widely, showing her perfect, white teeth.

"I am older than Bethany, with all the same programming and 
abilities.  Just in a more compact size," she added with a 
laugh and curtsey.

Well that was certainly true.

"What can I do for you, Jon?" she asked, in a winning 
manner.

What indeed, he thought to himself.

"I need to finish some work in my office here.  Why don't 
you just get familiar with the place until I'm done."

Tammy looked closely at Jon, before asking in a very 
leading manner, "Is that a command?"

Jon realized though all this, that he was still holding 
Tammy's activation control.  And he remembered further that 
both Susie and Beth had told him repeatedly that 'bots 
existed to perform the functions for which they were 
designed.  And that following specific commands was a great 
source of gratification to them.  Jon also recalled that 
more general commands that allowed the 'bot to use its own 
self-will to determine the method of command completion, 
were the most preferred of all.

Pointing her activation control directly towards her, and 
firmly pressing the blue "Command" button, Jon ordered: 
"Tamerind.  Go and unpack your suitcase in the guest room.  
After that is complete, familiarize yourself with this 
house and grounds.  When you have completed those tasks, 
come back and wait quietly for me until I finish my work."  
Jon released the command button.

"Commands accepted.  Thanks," Tammy replied. then flashed 
him another quick smile, before disappearing back down the 
hallway again.

With a sigh of relief, Jon realized he had bought himself 
some time to better sort out these unexpected developments.

- - -

Jon was typing in the last of the revisions.  Evening had 
fallen.  Sometime in the last half-hour, Tammy had quietly 
entered the room and sat down silently behind him.  That 
was good.

As Jon made the last correction with the spell checker and 
hit the Send button, he already knew this cycle would 
repeat itself again tomorrow.  They would come back with 
dozens of changes, some as minor as the placement of a 
comma.  Each one would have to be evaluated to insure it 
didn't change the intended meaning beyond acceptable 
limits.  And then the cycle would repeat yet again.  Jon 
realized that even if he had been able to talk them into 
letting him make these updates on the road, that he would 
have been too busy with them to spend the necessary time 
with Bethany.

Jon laced his fingers behind his neck, rocked back in his 
chair, and turned to face Tammy.

"Hi, Jon," she said softly.  "All assigned tasks 
completed."

Tammy seemed to be set in a more formal command-
acknowledgement cycle then Beth or Susie used.  She had 
also changed into more formal ivory slacks, red sweater, 
and low black pumps.  Maybe this had somehow related to his 
command to unpack.

"Do you have to be so formal?" he asked.

"Not if you tell me not to," she said with a smile.

Jon picked up her AC and commanded the adjustment.

"Thanks," she said.

"Do you enjoy movies?" he asked her.

"Very much so.  Especially the romantic ones."

"They've been running a film festival of the late Twentieth 
Century that Beth and I have been enjoying.  Tonight is 
When Harry Met Sally.  Are you interested?"

"Absolutely," she chirped, sitting up with such a burst of 
attention, that Jon half expected her to fly entirely off 
the couch.  "Nineteen eighty-nine.  Billy Crystal and Meg 
Ryan."  She added.

The advantages of having a computer mind.

"That's it," Jon confirmed.

"Directed by Rob Reiner.  Written by Nora Ephron," she 
continued.

"That's enough," Jon commanded.  Then seeing her smile, he 
knew she had been joking with him.  But it reminded him 
that he really didn't know much about this fembot - even if 
she was related to Beth.  With the movie starting soon, nad 
not yet involved in dinner perparations, this might be the 
best time to learn a bit more about Tammy.

First things first though.  "Are you happy here, Tammy?"

"Very much so.  Thank you so much for letting me stay with 
you."

"Beth said you were having a problem with your apartment."

"The apartment is okay.  It's really just a single room 
with no furnishings, so there's little to go wrong there."

"Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is that I've been spending too much time in 
it."

"Oh.  But I still don't understand."

"I guess Bethany Seventeen didn't ever need to tell you, 
but any 'bot with a mind complex enough to understand the 
concept of being freed, needs social interaction at some 
level.  We weren't made to just stand in a closet, waiting 
for the next time our owner needs our services.  That kind 
of treatment damages our emotional responses, and 
eventually our mental health."

"I never realized that."

"It's true.  That's why Bethany is so happy to have you.  
You want her in every part of your life, and it keeps her 
fully occupied."

Jon thought for a moment about this.  Bethany was a total 
companion to him, and it was good.  Was this rare?

"Don't most people treat their...'bots...this way?" he 
asked.

"Many don't.  And in the end, those were the ones most 
likely to leave their owners when they were finally allowed 
to do so.  I was lucky."

"How so?  And while you're at it, how is it that you have 
this..."

"...this body?" she finished for him.

"Yes."

"I am a prototype in more than one way.  My mind is the 
same as Bethany Seventeen's.  As for my body, I was 
designed to be a companion to a young girl, initially aged 
twelve."

"What does a 'companion' do?"

"Basically, we grow up together.  She was an only child of 
a rich, older couple."

"Was this a good thing?"

"It was wonderful.  We always had each other, so I always 
had someone to be with.  Ann wanted a friend, so I was a 
friend, not a 'bot, to her.  We were always doing things 
together, and no one else interfered in my programming.  
And because her parents were rich, we did a lot of 
traveling, which is the best form of education."

"But how well could you really relate to her?"

"Pretty good.  My body-type is quite special.  I started 
out with a twelve-year-old body to match hers. And within 
some limits, my body grew and matured over time to continue 
in sync to match hers.  I was tall for twelve, and about 
perfect cheerleader height for sixteen."

"And what finally happened?"

"Ann turned seventeen, discovered boys, and went off to 
college, just as the Robot Freedom Act became law.  There 
was nothing more left there for me to do, except stand in 
her empty room, so I finally left."

"I have to say that you look younger than sixteen."

"I've sort of backslid a bit during the last few months, 
but even at my maximum age-range, I wasn't voluptuous."

"Why not?" Jon asked, remembering Beth's large breasts and 
and sexy figure.

"I was not supposed to intimidate my charge.  I grew 
breasts, and have wisps of pubic hair, to help her through 
puberty.  We always had each other to compare our bodies 
against.  And her first sexual experiences were with me as 
well.  Totally innocent, and very sweet.  But I was 
designed to never to be competitive with her, or display 
unrealistic body types."

"You came on pretty strong with me, when we first met," Jon 
observed.

"That's different.  You're an adult male.  And I do have 
all of Bethany Seventeen's programming."

"You can call her Beth."

"Beth it is."

"So you don't get out much."

"Not much," she said, looking suddenly sad and forlorn.

"The other 'bots seem to have adapted.  That's how I met 
Beth."

"I've done that scene too - sometimes even when I didn't 
need the money.  But all the nice guys stayed away, and I 
only got creeps and weirdoes.  I could put up with that for 
a night, when I set my sensitivity low enough.  But there 
was no one I'd want to stay with for any length of time - 
or let them get their fingers into my programming."

That seemed to be a conversation ender right there.  And 
just at that moment, the clock chimed 7:00pm.  Tammy might 
have all of Beth's programming, but Jon just couldn't get 
out of his mind that she still looked fifteen.

"We should get some dinner, if we are going to be ready for 
the movie," he said.

"Can I cook it?" Tammy asked brightly.

"Can you cook?" Jon asked, before thinking.

"Of course I can.  And when I familiarized myself with the 
house earlier, I inventoried your food supplies.  I can 
prepare any of several meals for you."

This could be fun, he thought.

"Why don't you surprise me."

"Great!"  Tammy bounced up, and disappeared out of the room 
towards the kitchen.

- - -

Dinner was excellent.  They had only shared small talk.  It 
was clear that Tammy was really enjoying being useful, 
rather than just standing in her apartment recharging.

During the movie, she nestled up against him.  Jon started 
to protest, but it was so innocent that he held his tongue.  
She laughed at all the right places, and overall made an 
excellent date.

They talked about the movie afterwards.  Tammy really 
wanted to know how true the human male side of that movie 
had been.

"Pretty true," Jon admitted.

"Well, the female side may be equally correct for human 
women, but she'd never make a good fembot.  We never have 
to fake anything."

Jon also found out that Tammy liked old movies for the same 
reason he did.

"Everything today seems a remake of something they've 
already done," she observed.

"Too true.  And the originals are usually better made to 
start with," he countered.

Jon finally yawned, and said he really needed a good 
night's sleep.  When Tammy jumped up at this, Jon gently 
took her arm and escorted her to the guest bedroom.  He 
couldn't see her face in the darkness, but when she said, 
"Good night," as he closed the door, it was low and 
subdued.

Jon went to his bedroom, and tossed and turned all night.

- - -

The next morning, Tammy had breakfast waiting by the time 
Jon got out of his shower.  Her excellent cooking touch 
continued, and everything tasted great.

It was a great start, to what quickly became a tedious day.  
The pile of requested revisions in his inbox was twice what 
he had expected.  This thing was supposed to be closer than 
that to completion.  With a groan, he started in on them.

Tammy came in after she had cleaned up the breakfast 
dishes.

"Can you entertain yourself for awhile, while I deal with 
this?" Jon asked.

"Yes, Jon," she replied.

He heard her leave, and shortly later the TV was turned on 
low in the other room.

When Jon surfaced for lunch, Tammy was actually reading a 
book from Jon's extensive collection.

"Beth is not much of a reader," he commented.

"I got into it with Ann.  We'd each read a book at the same 
time, then trade afterwards.  I enjoy the quietness and 
self-pacing of reading.  And there's more room to use your 
imagination."

"Then why'd you even turn the TV on?"

"Just so you'd know I was occupied, and could therefore 
concentrate on your own work."

"Excellent thinking," Jon praised.

Lunch was quick, then Jon was back again at work, until the 
sun was finally setting.

Just as he finished, he felt Tammy's hands on his neck and 
shoulders.

This is something Beth would often do, and Jon had relaxed 
back into those loving hands before he realized Beth wasn't 
here.

Wisely, for once, Jon didn't object, but just let events 
unfold.  Maybe Beth had told Tammy how much he liked this.  
The only thought that puzzled him was how Tammy, who was so 
much shorter than Beth, had managed to get the angle just 
right.

That was answered when she finally finished, and he turned 
the chair around.  Tammy was back in her outfit of the 
first day, except she had added slim, four-inch heels to 
it.  Jon had to admit, they did wonders for the shape of 
her legs.

"And how was that?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Just wonderful," Jon answered honestly.

"Are you ready for dinner?"

"I've been sitting here too long.  I think a walk would be 
a good idea first."

Her face seemed to fall just a bit.

"Would you like to come along?" he asked.

That brought her smile back.

She met him at the front door, heels exchanged back for her 
sneakers.

As they strolled down the tree-lined streets, Tammy again 
showed that she was a master (mistress?) of small talk.  
She had a knack of just being able to make you comfortable.  
She did talk a bit about her life in the mansion, which 
seemed cold and remote.

"And they didn't try to get you back when you left?" Jon 
asked.

"No.  They didn't ask me to stay when I told them I was 
leaving.  And they never inquired about me afterwards.  I 
even left a way for Ann to reach me when she came back on 
break.  She never used it.  I guess I'd finished my 
function for them, and would have been returned to the 
factory if it hadn't been for the Freedom Law."

"You're certainly better off this way."

"Maybe," she replied enigmatically.

Tammy again fixed dinner.  Tonight's movie was Sleepless in 
Seattle.

"Another Nora Ephron film." Tammy commented.

"Are you going to recite me the entire script this time?" 
Jon queried.

"I can't.  I deleted it from my memory."

"Why?"

"So I can enjoyed for the first time - again."

"Wise move.  Sometimes I wish I could do something like 
that."

Again Tammy nestled up again Jon while watching the movie.  
This time she just had less clothes on than before.

Afterwards they talked about the movie, with Tammy listing 
similarities to the previous night's show, while Jon kept 
pointing out the differences.

Finally Tammy observed that, "I think these two movies 
should be considered the same because they were written by 
the same person, star the same actress, and are intended to 
create the same feelings."

Jon thought he'd lost the discussion until he pointed out, 
"You need the second movie to get the same feelings, 
because you can't just keep replaying the first one and get 
the same result each time."

"I can."

"You're lucky in that way."

That night Tammy gave Jon a long kiss at her bedroom door.

"This time with you has been great for me so far," she 
said, as the door closed.

As Jon walked back to his bedroom, he realized how warm her 
parting words made him feel.

- - -

The third morning started like the last two.  Another great 
breakfast was ready as he walked into the kitchen.  Tammy 
surprised him by wearing an elegant, full-length evening 
gown in sequined red, slit on the side clear up to her 
waist, with matching red heels and gold jewelry.

"What's the occasion?" Jon asked.

"Just happy to be here," she replied.  "I don't get out 
much, so I don't get to wear the nice stuff too often."

After he finished breakfast, Jon went to his computer and 
groaned when he saw the inbox.  It was even fuller then 
yesterday's.

"We are supposed to be getting together on this.  Every day 
we seem further apart."  He started working away on it.

A few minutes later, Tammy came in and sat down silently 
beside him.  She watched him work for the next hour or so, 
and then offered:

"I could help you with that."

"How?"

"I have full secretarial skills loaded.  When I was first 
freed, I even tried working as a secretary for awhile."

Jon arched an eyebrow in silent question.

"It didn't work out," she replied noncommittally.  Then she 
continued with," I've seen that most of what you are doing 
is entering changes, and then searching back through all 
cross-referenced sections to assess the impact before 
making a decision to continue or deny.  I can automate a 
lot of that for you."

Jon thought for a moment, then looked at the pile of 
unprocessed revisions.

"Let's give it a try."

"I'll be right back," she said brightly, hopping up and 
running off.

Tammy was back moments later with a long, thin cord.  One 
end had an adhesive patch, which she applied to her hip, 
allowing the cord to come out the bottom of her shorts.  
The other end she plugged in, in place of the keyboard and 
mouse.  She spent a moment zooming the pointer around on 
the screen to calibrate it, and then said, "Which one do 
you want to do next?"

Jon pointed out the next entry in his inbox, which she 
opened and brought up the relevant section.

With Jon directing and Tammy performing as the interface, 
the task flew along.  They broke for lunch, and then 
quickly got back to the task.

By mid-afternoon they were wrapping up the last item.  Then 
Tammy was unplugging herself from the system, and coiling 
up her interface cord.  She went to put it away, while Jon 
watched as the system formatted and sent the final 
documents.  It had been far easier working with Tammy then 
he would have believed possible.

When she didn't return immediately, Jon just relaxed back 
in his chair, letting the lazy afternoon wash over him.  
They'd accomplished more than a day's work already, and 
he'd earned a break.  He had almost dozed off, when he 
heard footsteps softly enter the room again.

The familiar hands started working on his neck and 
shoulders, and just relaxed into the bliss.  Tammy was 
certainly a suitable, temporary replacement for Beth.

The nice thing about receiving a massage from a robot is 
that they never get tired, Jon realized.

"You do that just like Beth," Jon said, in complement.

"Beth is the one who told me how much you like this.  And 
what other things you like as well."

"Well, I hope you are enjoying giving it," Jon said.

"I am.  Beth commanded me to do this for you, so I'm 
getting full satisfaction."

"Well, if there's anything else you want to do."

With that comment, her hands stopped moving, and then were 
withdrawn.

It took Jon a moment to realize that Tammy was now just 
standing there behind him.

He opened his eyes and swiveled his chair around to see 
what she wanted.  And he saw Tammy standing there - all of 
Tammy.

Tammy was completely nude, except for her high heels.  Her 
body had the warm glow of her even tan.  She must have 
pushed her physical age to its limit, since her legs seemed 
to have even a bit more curve than before.  Moving his 
sight up, Jon saw that her hips were still slim, and there 
was just a wisp of dark pubic hair, but her waist still 
pulled in tightly above them.  Her small, A-plus breasts 
were perfect for her, with surprisingly large, erect 
nipples.  They seemed to say, "Pet me, and I'm yours."

Finally his eyes moved up to her face.  The pigtails were 
gone, and her hair fell richly to her shoulders.  But it 
was her face that was the marvel.

Her makeup was just stunning.  She had gone from fifteen to 
twenty-five in just a few minutes.

Large, dark eyes.  High cheekbones were accentuated with a 
deep blush, which spread down over her cheeks. There were 
perfectly outlined, deep red lips.  And as Jon looked back 
down to her breasts for a second glimpse, he could see she 
had artfully applied blush there as well, helping them to 
look larger.

Tammy just stood there for a long moment, allowing Jon to 
comprehend her.  Then, impossibly balanced on her toes, she 
made a slow turn, before facing him and bending down to 
kiss him.  And it was not the kiss of a fifteen-year-old 
either.

Jon started to speak, but Tammy touched her index finger to 
his lips to silence him.  Then, without a word, she reached 
down to his hands, took them, and lifted, bringing him to 
his feet.

She looked up - not so far up this time in these heels - 
put her arms around his neck and kissed him yet again.  
Jon's arms automatically reached around to hold her close.

They held this tableau for a long moment before she stepped 
back. 

Looking directly into his eyes, she said, "I'm older than 
Beth."

She then turned and walked over to the couch with a swish 
and a sway that words can't describe.  It was an erotic 
dance that said more than words can convey.  Jon felt a hot 
flush coming to his face.

She sat down against the end of the couch, leaning back 
against the arm, with one heeled foot on the floor, and the 
other resting up on the back.  This left her thighs 
completely open and unprotected.

Looking back to Jon, she added, "I have missed having this 
for a very long time."

Jon found his hands were unbuckling his pants before he 
realized consciously that he had made his decision.  He 
remembered Beth often saying that, "I could never be 
jealous of another robot.  We're not made that way."

The pants fell to the floor, and Jon stepped out of them to 
slowly walk over to the couch - and Tammy.

When he reached her, he started to slowly and carefully 
lower himself onto her much smaller body.  Partway down, 
she put up a hand and stopped him long enough to unbutton 
his shirt and pull it down over his arms.

As naked as she was now, he came the rest of the way down 
on her warm body, as she slid under him to make their match 
fit just right.

By now fully aroused, Tammy somehow got a hand under him to 
guide him into her waiting body.

Jon felt her warm wetness, and as if in a dream, began to 
slowly move in and out on her.

Soon Tammy was moving her own hips in a matching slow, 
counter-rhythm.

For a long time they just moved together without words.  
Her nipples rubbing against his chest.  His strokes deep 
within her.

Finally she tensed and clutched his back for a long moment, 
before sighing and relaxing again.

Jon was still in a warm, comfortable, peaceful place, and 
continued his strokes while she had twice more orgasmed.

Finally he felt the pressure building uncontrollably within 
him, and began to move more powerfully against her.

Tammy immediately adjusted to his change, and started 
rubbing his back.

Jon quickly came, and Tammy clutched herself against him 
one more time herself.

Finally spent, Jon stopped.  Soon he rolled off her and 
onto his side, but still held her as tightly as she held 
him.

She kissed neck softly four times - one for each orgasm.  
And they drifted off in the afterglow that good sex gives, 
as afternoon waned into evening outside.

Finally Jon stirred, and Tammy was immediately alert.

Looking at each other, both said together, "That was 
wonderful," and then they laughed.

Tonight was the last night of the film festival, and Tammy 
proposed that he could get a shower, while she prepared 
dinner.

When Jon came back into the kitchen, Tammy was still naked.  
Jon knew that Beth never had a problem with nudity, so this 
was not startling.  And it was fun watching her walk around 
in those high heels.

The movie was Somewhere in Time, and this time when Tammy 
nestled up against him, she was nude.  He didn't care.  He 
softly stroked her breasts for the entire movie, noticing 
how her nipples never lost their firmness.

At the end of the movie, Jon realized that Tammy was 
weeping.  Then he remembered that he had done exactly the 
same thing the first time he had seen it.

Jon held the weeping fembot tightly for many minutes after 
the credits ran, until she finally got it out of her 
system.  He only released her when she finally moved to get 
up.

She rose, then reached down and pulled him up as well.  
Taking his arm this time, she escorted both of them to his 
bedroom - and bed.

They made love again briefly that night, and then slept in 
each other's arms.  For the first night since Beth had 
left, Jon slept well.

The next morning followed the expected routine, except that 
they had slipped around a lot trying - and "trying" was the 
proper word - to wash each other in the shower.

Today's list of requested revisions was vastly smaller than 
what had been coming in before.

"Maybe they are finally burning themselves out on this," 
Jon commented.

"I hope so," Tammy responded.

"Are you getting burned out on this?" Jon asked, suddenly 
concerned.

"Never!  I just know how much it has been taking out of 
you."

"Well, the reward is worth it, in the end, but the journey 
was hard."

Together they knocked off the complete list that morning, 
and had the entire afternoon to themselves.

Jon suggested going out on the town.

Tammy put on her elegant red dress, saying it was the right 
thing to wear, since they might well stay out late.

Turned out that Tammy adores museums of all types, so most 
of the rest of the day was spent museum hopping.

Dinner was at a cute sidewalk caf,, where Tammy was the 
date that everyone else there was staring at.  She "ate" 
just like any other person, and no one was the wiser.

Given Tammy's other fondness for romantic movies, they went 
afterwards to see the currently hot, "chick flick", 
cuddling together in the semi-darkness.

On the way home, they talked about how many of those very 
same scenes from this movie they had seen in the movies at 
home these last few nights.

When they finally got to the bedroom, Tammy turned, took 
Jon by his shoulders, and said in a serious tone of voice, 
"This his been the very best day I have every had."

Jon couldn't think of what more to say to that, so he just 
reached forward and kissed her.

Tammy then went in and slipped out of her dress, while Jon 
was cleaning up in the bathroom.

When he came out, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, 
clad just in her nylons and heels.  She had kept her adult 
makeup that day, and Jon felt himself already responding to 
her beauty and desire.

As he approached however, she held up her hand to stop him.

"There is one thing."

"What, as in what could it possibly be?" he asked, confused 
after how well they had just fit together for all of today.

Tammy looked down, as if embarrassed to bring it up.

Finally she looked back up and said, "Bethany Sevente...I 
mean Beth, told me you were able to make an adjustment in 
her...response, that..."

"Say no more," Jon said, stopping her.  "I'm sure I can do 
the same for you.  But I'll need to turn you off.  Do you 
mind?" Jon asked, the last very apologetically.

"I never mind being turned off.  We're not allowed to.  
It's in our core programming.  But it's so sweet that you 
ask.  Any fembot would be lucky to have a man like you to 
take care of them."

"Where did I put that activation control," Jon said, mostly 
to himself.  Even knowing how much Tammy liked being 
commanded, he really hadn't been giving her any, because 
she had been doing everything so very well already.

"Here," Tammy said, handing it to him.

Jon looked at her.  "Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she replied.

He pushed the red "Stop" button - and Tammy closed her eyes 
and froze in position.

Flipping open the extended functions controls, he carefully 
compared her present settings to the ones he had made for 
Beth, and then made the changes.  He could see from this, 
how hard she'd had to work to enjoy sex up to now.

Double-check everything, transmit the new settings, and 
push the green "Start" button.

Tamerind One reactivated with no problems, and then looked 
at Jon.

"I don't feel any different."

With a smile, Jon pushed her blue "Command" button and 
said, "Tammy, I command you to fully explore your new 
settings right now."

"Yes Sir!" she responded.

- - -

Jon and Tammy spent one more full day and night together 
before Beth returned.  They didn't go out at all.

The next morning Beth, Tom, and Susie were standing on the 
front porch.  Beth and Susie looked radiant.

"I take it that things went well," Jon said.

"Yes!" Beth replied, throwing herself into Jon's arms, and 
showing him how much she had missed him.

"I had no idea how much things had degraded, until they 
were set right again," Beth continued.  "I feel like a 
brand new fembot."

Susie also gave Jon a very warm, very personal, greeting 
that said he was clearly the Number Two man in her life, 
after Tom.  As they say, 'bots just aren't jealous.

While all this was going on, Tammy had quietly slipped away 
and packed.  She now dressed again as when she had first 
shown up, with her suitcase sitting in the hall behind her.

Beth went over to hug Tammy, and they conferred quietly for 
a few moments, while Tom and Susie were saying their good-
byes.  I told Tom how I'd missed his over-the-fence 
barbecues.  He promised us a big one for tonight.

As Jon finally shut the door, Beth came over to stand next 
to him.

With her beautiful eyes focused directly on him, Bethany 
asked, "And how do you feel about Tammy?"

"I'd keep her if we could," Jon answered honestly.

"I was so hoping you would feel that way," Beth screamed, 
jumping up and down, before throwing herself again on Jon 
for a big hug and kiss.  "Tammy told me that everything 
worked out exactly as I hoped it would."

- - -

So Tammy moved in with us, and only her clothes stayed in 
the guest bedroom.  We all sleep together now, and the two 
fembots - three, if you count Susie - are absolutely never 
jealous of each other.  Instead, they are best friends, and 
really take care of each other.

And I really am the luckiest guy on Earth.

--End--

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