This is a fictional story.
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Author's note: Happy Holidays All!
Special Thanks to Techsan for his Editing Genius!
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Tory called his dad after Ashley left.
"Hello, Tory," Richard Tarrington said, answering his cell and reading the caller ID.
"Hi, Dad. How are you?" Tory asked.
"Just fine. How is school?" his dad asked.
"Good. Great even," Tory replied.
"That's wonderful. Will I see you for Thanksgiving?" his dad asked.
"Yes, if I can borrow the small plane for Tuesday and Wednesday. I can bring it back on Thursday," Tory said.
"Okay, but where are you going?" His father asked.
"I'd rather not say. But you would approve if you knew," Tory said.
"More secrets about my Christmas gift, huh?" his dad asked.
"Yeah. Dad, I need more money too. Another million." Tory stated.
"What? Tory what are you doing?" his dad demanded.
"I can't tell you but it is working out better than my original plans," Tory answered.
"Son, this brings you to three million," his dad stated.
"I know. The success of what I'm doing is also pushing the cost," Tory admitted.
"Tory, I would have been happy with a tie as long as I got to see you," his dad said.
"Well, this is more than a tie, Dad," Tory replied.
"Tory, I could have bought another small island in the Caribbean I've had my eye on for three and a half million," his dad offered.
"You don't need another island and besides this is from the heart," Tory said.
"Well, when you put it that way, okay. I'll have Barry wire the money into your account today," his dad said.
"Thanks, Dad. You are the best!" Tory exclaimed.
"Yeah, or the biggest sucker for his kids going," his dad said, jokingly.
"I love you, Dad," Tory said.
"I love you too, Tory. I can't wait to see you and Thad this week for Thanksgiving," his dad said.
"Me neither. When does Thad arrive?" Tory asked.
"He'll be here Wednesday around noon," his dad said.
"Great, well, I got to go, Dad. I have a ton to do. See you soon," Tory concluded.
"Bye, Tory," his dad said.
Tory's next call was to Jenna. She answered on the seventh ring.
"Hello, Tory," Jenna said.
"Hi, Jenna. I was afraid you wouldn't answer," he said.
"Well, I almost didn't," she admitted.
"Jenna, I'm sorry. I want to buy you dinner tonight," Tory said.
"Oh, now you want to pay," Jenna stated.
"Funny, you know I've offered before. But I have a lot to go over with you," Tory said.
"Okay, what time?" Jenna asked.
"Seven?" Tory replied. "I'll pick you up."
"Okay, do I need to dress up?" Jenna asked.
"Yes," Tory answered.
"Fine, see you then," Jenna said and hung up the phone.
Tory worked on the project, delving into some of the current problems. The work on the sensory grid was coming along magnificently. Working with several electronics and filament companies, they had developed a mesh grid much like your ordinary porch screen to serve as the nervous system.
Tiny pulses of electricity passing over the grid at blinding speed would enable the female Cyborg to feel. Putting the mesh between the layers of latex skin and the titanium shell was another break through. The cyborg would be able to feel even a pin drop on her skin. What's more, with the grid wired into her main core processor, she would be able to know the position of her body - actually feel movement. The companies he worked with were ecstatic over the progress.
Two areas that occupied much of Tory's recent thoughts were the sexual components. The throat, vagina, and digestive tract were extremely complicated and complex. The issues centered on moisture, functionality, sanitation, and design. The design was probably the easiest part but there were no simple solutions to any of these problems.
Tory studied book after book and even read trade magazines from the sanitation industry to try to piece together the best structure and outcome. Sustainable moisture plagued him the most. The hard construction of the throat and vagina had been completed and already built into the skeletal structure. The tricks now involved refining his latex skin construction to adapt to the inner structural design.
The further complications involved trying to duplicate a woman's natural lubrication. It did not need to be constant but more on demand. The female cyborg could be programmed to release moisture in proper amounts when called upon. Tory decided the best course was further developments to his already remarkable impregnated latex. The theory was: if he could make the skin bleed, he ought to be able to make it secrete. The trick was in the timing, amount, and where the fluids would come from.
Tory was deep into these thoughts when the phone rang.
"Hello, Reagan," he said, answering the caller ID phone.
"Hi, Tory. How are you?" Reagan asked.
"Great, but I'm struggling with the throat still and the vagina. You know the moisture issue we discussed," he said.
"Oh, yeah. That is one for you, not me. I don't have a clue how to help you there," Reagan said.
"Well, I think I am making progress if my current tests pan out," Tory said.
"Good. Hey, I need to come over and use the books there for the finger movement and the programming. I contacted the programmers and they are running into snags we have to work out right away. Will you be there for a while?" she asked.
"Sure, but I have to go out in two hours. You're welcome to stay and work if you want," Tory said.
"Okay, this could take four to five hours, the programmers tell me. We may even need your help. Will you have your cell with you?" she asked.
"Yes, sure. Come on over when you're ready. I'll leave the door unlocked as I might be in the shower," he said.
"Fine, see you soon," Reagan said, hanging up the phone.
Tory focused on the digestive tract next. He wanted the female cyborg to be able to handle cum deposited in her throat. He also had a very ambitious thought that she could be a dinner partner and actually eat food. She would not need to or even need any nourishment beyond a replenishable fluid supply. But, he liked the idea of her sitting at the table with his dad while he ate meals. Even to participate. Unfortunately, this created a ton of problems he had limited time to solve.
He was on to something though. He could make her eat limited amounts if he could develop the proper flushing system. It would require her to drink an eight ounce glass of water after oral sex or eating. The water would mix with her lubricants, which he was already working on, to cleanse her tract. She could hold the waste in a small inner plastic stomach and dispose of it later just like a human. The rectum would need to be able to handle anal sex and function for discharge of waste as needed.
Tory wrote notes and several drawings when a knock came at the door. He opened it to Reagan.
"Hi," he said.
"How's it going?" she asked.
"Look. Come here. Let me show you something," Tory said.
He walked her through his thoughts and she liked the simplicity and design.
"You think it is really important for her to be able to swallow cum?" Reagan asked, with a smile.
"Absolutely! One of the main purposes of the cyborg is sexual function. That is an important aspect to oral sex," Tory said.
"Well, at least she would have to taste it," Reagan said, and they both cracked up to that.
Reagan began her work at the living room coffee table. They worked together for a few minutes until Tory needed to get ready.
"Where're you going?" Reagan asked, trying to act innocent.
"I'm taking Jenna to dinner," Tory said.
"Oh, boo," Reagan said.
"Reagan, I need to talk with her about the outer features. But I also need to say I'm sorry for not being more than a friend," he said.
"I thought you told me you were not going to apologize for anything," Reagan said.
"Well, it is obvious I hurt you two, so I guess I have changed my tune on that," Tory said.
"So, you are apologizing to her first?" Reagan asked.
"I said I was sorry to you last night. Besides, it is not the order that's important but the extent to which I am sorry. In your case, it is paramount." Tory said.
"That's sweet, I guess," Reagan said.
He leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back tentatively at first but as he added more passion she responded. When they finally broke the kiss, he went to shower. Forty minutes later he was ready.
"See you later maybe," Tory said. "It would be nice to see you when I get back."
"You want me to stay?" Reagan asked.
"I would like that," Tory said.
"Will you want to see me after being with her?" Reagan asked.
"It's only dinner, Reagan. I plan on being back by ten," Tory said.
"Drained of energy, no doubt," Reagan said.
"I plan on having full energy when I see you," Tory said.
"Oh," Reagan said. "That would be nice."
"See you later," Tory said smiling.
"I'll wait," Reagan said.
Tory seldom used his car, preferring to walk around campus or take cabs but today he drove. He loved his Porsche 911. He picked up Jenna and they drove to a fancy French restaurant he had eaten at several times, mostly with his dad. Once seated, they ordered wine and placed their dinner orders.
"Jenna, are we still friends?" Tory asked, reaching across the table to hold her hands.
"If that is my only choice," Jenna said. "Does that make me the odd woman out?"
"No, it makes you my dear friend," Tory said.
"You won't hold it against me if I hoped for more with you?" Jenna asked.
"No, of course not. In fact, I am very flattered. You are a marvelous person and a good companion," Tory said.
"Great, we can go bowling together," Jenna said.
"Jenna, please. I'm very fond of you and love being with you," Tory replied.
"Yeah, but does this mean you are totally done being with me?" Jenna stated, with the significant extra meaning to her words.
"Only if you want it that way," Tory said.
"You know I don't," she replied.
"Good," Tory said.
"Is it really? What would Reagan say about that?" Jenna added.
