Settling In

The first thing Kenny notices when he wakes up in the morning is that he's in bed by himself. And he woke up ready to play with Wisdom. In the bathroom, despite the fact she…it, he tells himself, it cleaned up behind itself, he can tell it had a shower. His bathroom sinks are now his and hers sinks. He knows his mom did that. His parents have obviously been planning this gift for a while.

He checks out the female things now organized by the right side sink. A caddy of make-up, something she…it, it doesn't need. It's beautiful all on its own: deodorant, moisturizer, perfume. He peeks under her…its sink and with the moisturizing shampoo and conditioner are feminine products: tampons, panty liners and three different sizes of menstrual pads. She…it, it can't possibly need those. She…it, it is not a real woman.

Kenny shakes his head. His parents must be losing their minds he thinks as he relieves himself at the urinal. He flushes and takes a quick shower. After toweling off and slipping on a pair of boxer-briefs, he finds Wise in the kitchen. It's standing at the stove making breakfast. Its hair is still damp. She…it, it is wearing a pale pink satin robe that stops at its knees. He slides its hair aside and kisses its neck by the hicky he left last night.

"Good morning," Wise greets him with a smile. "Breakfast is almost ready."

He can see it blushing in response to his attention. He didn't know it was possible for a woman to blush so prettily. Must be something in it, her, it …its programming.

"You are absolutely gorgeous," he tells Wise as he sits down at the table.

Wise shakes her head as she sets up breakfast on the table.

"What," asks Kenny. "Why are you shaking your head?"

"I don't agree with you," answers Wise. "Maybe I'm cute. Possibly slightly pretty. But nowhere near gorgeous or beautiful. I'm too short. I'm a good 14 plus kilos (about 30 pounds) over weight from the pregnancy. You won't see anyone like me on a web-mag-ad. And when men buy themselves a sexbot, they almost always get it with fair skin, light eyes and blonde hair. The opposite of me."

Kenny chokes on the pomegranate juice she poured for him. That part about the sexbot surprised him. But she, it, it's right. Men are the primary buyers of sexbots and that's what they usually get. It's what he had his original playbot upgraded to. And if Milo had given him a choice, he would have stayed with the same peripherals. He wouldn't have even considered looking at what was available in other skin tones, hair and eye colors. Now he's glad no one gave him a choice because he would have missed out on something special and unique.

"Come here," Kenny request as he scoots his chair back from the table.

"What," asks Wise cutting her French toast.

"Just come here…please."

Wise rolls her eyes, but gets up from her seat and steps over to Kenny. He pulls her onto his lap and turns her face toward his.

"Listen," he tells her, "I love your body. I love how curvy and soft it is. I've never been hot for any other woman the way I am for you. So, don't you go trying to get skinny on me." That has been one of the main problems for Kenny, most women were too skinny. Ribs and hipbones turn him off. "A woman should not be skinny like a young boy.

And your average man is dumb as a post. We think we know what we want and what we need, but we usually get it by accident. And when we get it, what we really want or really need, we're surprised because if we had been asked, our own answers wouldn't have even been close.

And, you're beautiful, gorgeous, bewitching. And cute on top of all of that. A few minor imperfections doesn't make it not so. And I say it is so."

Kenny kisses Wise, a slow deep savoring of her mouth. His hand slides under her robe to squeeze her thigh and she hisses in pain. He parts the lower half of her robe. The peach short style cut panties would be a delicious site if he wasn't focused on her bruised inner thighs. And he realizes she can feel pain.

"Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you," he asks feeling guilty. He's not sure why he feels guilty. She, it, it's not a real person. Right?

Wise answers, "In the heat of the moment, I really wasn't feeling much pain. Or at least not enough to say something because you seemed so needy, so desperate and I love you so much. It's just a couple of bruises that'll be sore for a couple of days."

"I'm sorry," he's not sure why he's apologizing, accept that he does mean it as he wonders if sincerity can be programmed. Is it possible to program in soulful, loving eyes?

Then he remembers that he bit her breast. He pushes one side of the upper half of her robe open and says, "Damn." It's bruised, red and swollen. There are thin slick scabs where his teeth broke the skin.

Wise puts her hand over the painful bite, "Yeah that really hurt."

Why hadn't Milo told him she could feel pain? He knows it really hurt when he bit her because she had yelped and jerked when he bit her. But he had been deeply involved in his own enjoyment of her body, he hadn't paid attention. He hadn't thought or even considered it was possible to hurt her. Milo knows he usually does his best to avoid thinking.

Wise wraps her arms around his neck and says, "Don't look so serious. So you got a little carried away. No permanent harm done."

Kenny hugs her, burying his face in her neck. Last night when he held her, it was the same as a child hugging its favorite teddy bear as it slept. But this hug is different. It's the hug you give someone you care for, but hurt accidentally and you're sorry.

Kenny is not the introspective type. So as the next few months go by, he's not noticing how happy and content he is with Wisdom. But his parents, along with Milo and Epi have noticed. He hasn't gotten drunk nor gone out gambling or partied it up in any way for nearly three months. They've had dinner with his parents at least once a week. And since his parents have stopped nagging him to give up his favorite toy and find a real woman, it's made having dinner with his parents a pleasant experience. He no longer dreads having to talk to or spend time with his parents. And at least once a week, they get together with Milo and Epi. Sometimes for dinner. Sometimes for dancing. Kenny was surprised by Wise's natural sense of rhythm. Or at least it seems natural. It barely took two days for Kenny to stop thinking of Wise as an it.