The game was over on TV, and the latest loss for Brad's team sure didn't help his mood any. His fatherly duties had also called him away frequently, so he had mercifully missed seeing the most cringe-inducing plays.
But now the kids had gone off to play with friends and he had his laptop out on the table again. He was anxiously checking his email every few minutes, waiting for any sign from Colin. None had come by the time he heard the SUV pull back into the driveway.
A sudden surge of adrenaline pulsed through him as he closed his email program and opened up a spreadsheet instead. From his vantage point the front door was plainly in view. He was in the same seat in which he had spent much of last night.
The door unlocked with that familiar series of clicking sounds and in walked Fembot Command's android agent. She made her scans and calculated probabilities from the data faster than he could know what was going on. She showed him a smile, the kind that looked like it could grow a lot bigger and warmer.
"Well?" she said. "How do you like it?" She toyed with the edges of her new hair, which looked freshly cut and shone with uniform brilliance.
"Looking good, honey." he said as he got up from the chair. He carried his own plans through now, and went over to kiss her.
She saw him coming. Before he could get close enough to act, she scanned and recognised patterns in his body posture and movement, along with his facial expressions to try to formulate an estimate of his most likely intents. She quickly put her purse to the side and opened her arms wide for him.
He went along with it and embraced her. In addition to the presumed concealment of his misgivings, he got the side benefit of feeling her sexy womanly body in his arms. Her intent was similar, but the means of calculation that had brought them about could not have differed more from his.
Her prime objective now was to get him back under a satisfactory amount of control. The Master Computing Device had picked up on his suspicion after going through the data she had collected. It couldn't yet know that he thought she was cheating, but it knew that the bonds of trust between them had been loosened.
It had programmed some new instructions into her chest to deal with those issues. Brad knew that Pam was always horny, but now he would see her libido get even more intense. He had already noticed something different by the way she had grabbed his body of flesh.
They were now kissing deeply and passionately, as if they were star-crossed lovers who had been parted for weeks. Neither of them seemed to care that the front door was still wide open. They kept kissing, groping and fondling until the sound of a city bus roaring by broke the spell.
They separated and shared a laughing look. The robot closed the door while Brad looked lustfully at her perfectly shaped ass. Then he suddenly remembered the rest of the situation.
"You always look fantastic, you know that." he said to her.
"You don't think it's too short this time?" she asked, following some of her more recently installed subroutines.
He made an effort to appear like he was considering that. "I like it." he said. He honestly couldn't see a difference between the way she looked now and the way she always looked after a hair appointment. Either way, she was hot.
She imitated a demure but proud look and said "Thanks. You're so sweet."
"Did you pick up the jersey?" he asked.
