by Sabina C. Becker
(11/27/02)
High Tension Lineman
Right from the start, their relationship was electric.
He enjoyed stringing her out, loved her delicate hum. Oh, the way she sent the energy coursing through him by the megawatt. She was a live wire, and he her eager lineman.
Finally, there came the day when they connected. He plugged into her socket, anticipating that his whole power grid would just light up like
a Christmas tree.
But she alternated the current on him. When she climbed his pole, she blew his transformer.
Fortunately, he wasn't afraid of the dark.
Mark IV
She had every woman's dream job: quality control in an android sexbot plant.
One day, a new model arrived for testing: Mark IV. Hair: blond. Eyes: blue. Build: optimal.
With capable hands trembling, she put him through his paces. Everything, from kiss to copulation, was perfect. Real men might become redundant.
Then Mark IV seized at a critical moment.
She reached for the switch. There wasn't any. She groped all the way down his back. When she grabbed his buttocks, suddenly he performed again...so exquisitely that she gasped.
"Oh, my God...I love that new rotary function!"
