“You Don’t Have To Whisper”
ten seconds and counting- a sleek little black bra
- maple-leaf-red hydraulic oil
- the color of urine on snow
- you don’t have to whisper, boy
- “Squishy.”
- though they had no sex
“You don’t have to whisper, boy,” growled Titania.
“Squishy.” Felix averted his eyes, trying not to look at Titania in nothing but hotpants and a sleek little black bra, seeing instead the puddles of machine fluids: maple-leaf-red hydraulic oil and coolant the color of urine on snow.
“Sorry, pneumatics are out of adjustment.” Titania strutted over to the air compressor and applied the nozzle to her various pulchritude valves.
Felix longed for the time before she was fully assembled, when he could caress her components on his terms. Now, though they had no sex, his soul flooded with guilt for even seeing her, for looking upon her animation.
“Gratification sequence initiated,” Titania purred. “Ten seconds and counting.”