Disturbing Observations

            "A Ive Greane has left a message for you.
            He's an investigator." the secretary looked perturb and
            handed over the a slip of paper with a phone number.

            Whitley nervously opened the taped note.
            He had many creditors~[phone] was written inside.
            He found a quite secluded place to call Mr. Greane.
            "I've got a debt collection notice for your failure to make
            payment on a Cyber Sex Buddy. We intend to repossess
            Casey if you do not make one months payment of $264. and
            15 cents."

            Whitley wiped the sweat from his forehead. He could not be parted
            from his sex-bot. She/it is the only pleasure in his meager miserable
            life. "Can I use a credit card?" he stammered as he fumbled to find
            one card he hadn't maxed out. The credit card was declined.
            Mr. Greane refused to take a check, but was willing to deffer
            the payments into five $50.00 withdrawals over 5 months directly from
            Whitley's paycheck.

            The workday was humdrum. Whitley's mind was focus on his Cyber Buddy.
            "Oh, God. Please let me have my Cyber Buddy." he prayed.
            The automaton was in the likeness of a slender young school girl.
            She wore pink spandex and a blue blouse he bought her.
            "How can I help you?" Casey asked as Whitley entered his home.
            "I would like a hummer." Whitley replied with a big smile.
            The Cyber Sex Buddy provides a hummer with extra industrial suction
            and it's jaw can widen to suck down the balls too.

            Whitley grabbed onto his front door handle as Casey sucked down
            on him with high vacuum pressure.
            The phone rang:

                          "Will you turn that shop vac off!"

            It was Whitley's neighbor Miss Crabtree. She was a retired
            school teacher with very sensitive hearing. "I-ah-oh my God!"
            Whitley could not continue with the phone call and dropped the phone.
            There was a pounding at the door.
            Whitley's Cyber Buddy was bouncing him on its cyber butt.
            The door came crashing down. Miss Crabtree had called the police,
            but was informed that rude noises were not illegal before 11pm.
            So, she got her ax and chopped the door down. Whitley fell off Casey's
            butt in time to grab hold of the ax.

                  "Are you crazy?!" Whitley shouted outraged.
            "I don't want to hear your smut!" Miss Crabtree shouted back.
            "How may I help you?" Casey asked with a toothy smile.
            Miss Crabtree walked up to the sex-bot to slap it, but was locked
            into Casey's vibrating hand body massage.
            "Ooooo! This is wonderful." the retired 65 year old teacher leered at
            Whitley. He smiled and joined the massage.

                  And Whitley made a new friend in Miss Crabtree, who was
            nimble for her age.


          Reflections: In this era of self gratification, can anyone say that
                            cyber sex is wrong?


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