For another little while the couple played around on the bed. Brad wasn't willing physically or mentally to take this session any further, so he pulled his hands back and again sat up.
Electricity raced in pulses through Pam's chest as she figured out how to generate a natural looking response. Her AI wasn't sure if she should try to offer more of those prefabricated excuses or if she should just go make breakfast. That created an awkward moment between them after she sat up. He looked at her and wondered just how much he could trust her now. He started to make plans in his head.
"You make that breakfast now, I have to check my mail." he said as he patted her knee and got up.
She watched his naked body as he got up to get dressed. "Okay, sexy." she said. "Should I bother get dressed first?"
He laughed. "You're serious?" he asked.
She just stared back blankly as she stood up.
"Ever fried bacon in the nude?" he asked her.
She quickly sorted and scanned through old memory logs, then sifted through her pre-programmed false-memory parameters. "No." she answered.
He looked at her for a moment and dismissed that little exchange as just Pam being her quirky self. "Might as well make sure you're dressed before you have to pick up the kids." he said to break another awkward silence.
"Okay." she said as she unwrapped that already loosened towel from her head. She let her thick loose curls of jet black hair fall in waves around her shoulders and back as she aimed her head upward slightly and turned it gently from side to side.
She got into her underwear as he was sitting down to put on some socks. She decided to present those carefully crafted excuses to him now. "Do you want to hear about my evening?" she asked.
He kept looking at his feet as he pulled on his grey gym socks. He didn't want to hear or talk about it right now, but he decided to let her have her say. "Sure." he said, still looking at his feet.
Pam processed and blinked. "Well, I was across the street with Annette having coffee, when I remembered I had to go to the dry cleaner's."
"You did that the day before." he interrupted.
"Yes, then I realised that when I got there, but when I was at the mall, I ran into that old friend I told you about."
Brad just nodded as he went to get a clean shirt out of the closet.
"Her name is Marcia Roves." she said after retrieving the correct file from her memory banks. "She grew up in Port Coquitlam too."
"That's quite the coincidence." he said. He was getting mad again. This all sounded like bullshit to him.
"Isn't it?" Pam said happily. She adjusted her mood display settings when she saw that brad didn't share her enthusiasm.
"Anyway, she's only been in town for a few months. I went over to her house and she made sandwiches. I totally lost track of time."
She was sounding sorry again but Brad was barely listening. He felt like telling her off, but he had said all he thought there was to say last night. "I'm gonna check that mail now." he said.
He got up, buckled his belt and walked out of the room. They hadn't made eye contact since before the subject came up again.
Pam watched him leave, and spent some time alone computing and calculating. She re-initiated those calculations she had earlier put on hold too, and used her time alone to sort some things out. Her immediate plans were updated and changed slightly.
She sat down for a while to apply makeup to her silicone face and finished putting clothing over her curvy womanly body. She went downstairs to start breakfast. Brad had turned on the TV and was watching sports highlights as he set down his laptop on the coffee table. This situation was strained and strange for the both of them.
Brad hadn't intended to do anything work-related today, but now he needed an excuse to get out of the house. He looked at the screen through his new mail, but didn't find anything that would give him a valid enough reason to go in to the office today.
Meanwhile, Pam was putting her advanced android technology to use in making a standard morning meal for them both to consume. She tidied up the kitchen as she did, cleaning up what Brad had messed up while cooking that dinner for their botched anniversary date.
The sizzle and splatter from the pan got loud and prompted Brad to turn up the volume on the TV. He really craved time alone to think right now. His mixed feelings were a drain on his mood and on his outlook. He wanted to get closer and farther away at the same time.