She was definitely excited. It sounded rather tinny coming from the speakers on the computer. The devices had been contributed by various local industries because they were either obsolete or a product line had changed and they were no longer needed. Just after the fire, my father was asked by his company if he could temporarily transfer to one of their subsidiaries in Europe while they got a new product line up and running. Then she looked at me very sheepishly for a long while and asked, “So, did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah,” I replied softly. The rollers on my arms and legs began moving slightly faster. If anything, it was a little too warm. Bam! My wife and I have made a fortune selling sexbots and pleasure machines since then, and I owe it all to a dirty mind which caused me to see a sexual use for an insignificant, little, taffy-rolling subassembly.
