After making one of my biggest, if not the most expensive, purchases in my whole life, I had to remind myself that, yes, I bought from the internet, sadly that meant only one thing, delivery.
One of the worst nightmares of the buyer for multitude of reasons, one of them is obviously the waiting one had to do to finally get the product, I had to wait at least three days for one of the greatest gift I have given to myself, how can you be expected of have patience when something this incredible was flying, driving or whatever to your own house?
The patience thing was one, the other problem was the fear of not receiving the product, that was something people could spend nights with insomnia just thinking what could happen, but thankfully the people who produced the cartoon robosluts were very professional for what I know, and I got that information from a close contact, my own parents.
Seemed that the chiefs in the family had decided to make own of their mutual fantasies, their own little roboslut to spice up their married life, at least I was ‘what the heck?’ for about a couple of minutes after knowing how they had ordered a Jane Jetson maid model, then I simply decided that if both of them were part of the decision making then that meant they were very tight still.
After that I began to think, why not? I mean, I had the money, thanks to my uncle and his magazine, being a part time writer is not that bad considering my last stories sold very well, with the money increasing in a bank account why not make one of my own fantasies truth? At first I thought, which character should I buy? Going through my cartoon knowledge, which I still don't know if to be proud or scared with the size of it, I quickly came to only one Possible choice, pun intended.
And now here I was, pacing back and forth on my living room waiting for the arrival of a certain redheaded doctor, although it was robot I already saw how incredibly life-like those robosluts could be, Jane was a very good maid and somewhat funny to talk with, I could only imagine how Anne could be.
Her clothes had come yesterday inside a very inconspicuous box with a lot of different patterns draw into them; it surely beat that whole brown package that made the box look like it had the words PORN written in red ink. Quickly opening it I was surprised with the clothes inside, the box was quite big and inside I found skirts, blouses and two pair of shoes, not to mention the whole plethora of lingerie, just looking at it I had to breath several times to control myself, just imagining Dr. Possible in only a couple of the pairs was too arousing, and here I was now, expecting a very important knock into my door and for the games to begin.
Just when I was turning around the coffee table a soft knock called for my attention, with more calmness that I myself thought I had quickly opened the door and both my eyebrows went up.
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