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	Surveying the defunct sex toy, as it sighed artificially and continued caressing it's bulbous, swollen breasts, it's purpose seemed utterly clear. Charlie looked about uneasily as more guests moved to leave. A sudden flurry of crackles sputtered within his smouldering doll. Several straining, whirring motors ground quickly to a halt as the repetitive circular motion of the caressing rubber gloves finally slowed and stopped. Alarms stopped abruptly with crackles followed by quickly descending mechanical hums. There was a brief whistling fizzle and then the remote in Charlie's hand crackled. He yelped and reflexively tossed it away onto the couch, where it bounced pleasantly. With the sound of a hydraulic piston shutting off and winding down rapidly, Candy's tall, precariously balanced body flinched and toppled sideways and backwards onto the couch. Bouncing rigidly, the athletically toned body rolled stiffly down onto the floor, coming to rest on it's front, though leaned slightly to the left side. Her head swung loosely from side to side for a moment, eventually facing the floor. Smoke still issued from the ears and mouth in puffs, as that ~~synthesised~~ moan continued searching for the evasive correct pitch.		Surveying the defunct sex toy, as it sighed artificially and continued caressing it's bulbous, swollen breasts, it's purpose seemed utterly clear. Charlie looked about uneasily as more guests moved to leave. A sudden flurry of crackles sputtered within his smouldering doll. Several straining, whirring motors ground quickly to a halt as the repetitive circular motion of the caressing rubber gloves finally slowed and stopped. Alarms stopped abruptly with crackles followed by quickly descending mechanical hums. There was a brief whistling fizzle and then the remote in Charlie's hand crackled. He yelped and reflexively tossed it away onto the couch, where it bounced pleasantly. With the sound of a hydraulic piston shutting off and winding down rapidly, Candy's tall, precariously balanced body flinched and toppled sideways and backwards onto the couch. Bouncing rigidly, the athletically toned body rolled stiffly down onto the floor, coming to rest on it's front, though leaned slightly to the left side. Her head swung loosely from side to side for a moment, eventually facing the floor. Smoke still issued from the ears and mouth in puffs, as that synthesized moan continued searching for the evasive correct pitch.

	Camilla was alarmed to notice an unsightly hole roughly four inches square in the middle of that otherwise flawless back. A huge tangled mass of circuits and smoking wires protruded out of the smouldering cavity. Those toned arms, still bent stiffly at the elbows, had been pushed back slightly by the fall, the elbows sticking up at angles above the otherwise flawlessly tanned back. The shapely torso wobbled unsteadily on it's over-inflated bust, balanced somewhat by it's rigid rubber-gloved hands and flexed athletic legs, still frozen in that recklessly taken stride. Noxious steam and smoke rose up from the tanned, wet and immobile, slender body. That digitised, stuttering moan continued falteringly, apparently still oblivious to any problem, accompanied still by a single deep alarm, bleeping slowly and steadily.		Camilla was alarmed to notice an unsightly hole roughly four inches square in the middle of that otherwise flawless back. A huge tangled mass of circuits and smoking wires protruded out of the smouldering cavity. Those toned arms, still bent stiffly at the elbows, had been pushed back slightly by the fall, the elbows sticking up at angles above the otherwise flawlessly tanned back. The shapely torso wobbled unsteadily on it's over-inflated bust, balanced somewhat by it's rigid rubber-gloved hands and flexed athletic legs, still frozen in that recklessly taken stride. Noxious steam and smoke rose up from the tanned, wet and immobile, slender body. That digitised, stuttering moan continued falteringly, apparently still oblivious to any problem, accompanied still by a single deep alarm, bleeping slowly and steadily.

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	"Yes, Jesse?" Camilla replied abruptly, with the button on her desk's intercom unit depressed.		"Yes, Jesse?" Camilla replied abruptly, with the button on her desk's intercom unit depressed.

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	"I know you asked not to be interrupted during lunch," an apologetic voice explained, "but there's a Mister Harcourt here to see you. He's very persistent."		"I know you asked not to be interrupted during lunch," an apologetic voice explained, "but there's a Mister Harcourt here to see you. He's very persistent."

	Camilla frowned. She couldn't recall scheduling a lunch meeting with a 'Mister Harcourt'. Frowning, Camilla took a thoughtful sip of coffee. It took only a moment more for her to ~~realise~~ the obvious over-sight. It was Charlie! Her ex-husband!! She nearly choked.		Camilla frowned. She couldn't recall scheduling a lunch meeting with a 'Mister Harcourt'. Frowning, Camilla took a thoughtful sip of coffee. It took only a moment more for her to realize the obvious over-sight. It was Charlie! Her ex-husband!! She nearly choked.

	She had had only one scheduled meeting with Charlie since the day she met 'Candy', Charlie's all-too-confusable robotic girlfriend. It had been several months since that whole sordid fuse popping incident, and Camilla had thankfully scarcely seen Charlie in that time. She had, of course, had to call him the day following the incident in question, to ask why he had so rudely 'missed the meeting they had agreed to'. To be honest, Camilla had been nervous about making the call, not wanting to incriminate herself, but she believed it better to have claimed to have turned up at his apartment for the meeting (albeit a little late) only to knock and find nobody home, then to have Charlie ~~realise~~ later that he had missed the meeting too and then wonder why he had not heard from Camilla about it. Thankfully Charlie had seemed to believe her claim, and a second meeting was scheduled.		She had had only one scheduled meeting with Charlie since the day she met 'Candy', Charlie's all-too-confusable robotic girlfriend. It had been several months since that whole sordid fuse popping incident, and Camilla had thankfully scarcely seen Charlie in that time. She had, of course, had to call him the day following the incident in question, to ask why he had so rudely 'missed the meeting they had agreed to'. To be honest, Camilla had been nervous about making the call, not wanting to incriminate herself, but she believed it better to have claimed to have turned up at his apartment for the meeting (albeit a little late) only to knock and find nobody home, then to have Charlie realize later that he had missed the meeting too and then wonder why he had not heard from Camilla about it. Thankfully Charlie had seemed to believe her claim, and a second meeting was scheduled.

	In the end the meeting had been a rather brief, painless affair, though Charlie did seem a little blue about something - what, Camilla just couldn't imagine! She had considered asking how he was coping on his own, but of course that would have either aroused suspicion or, even worse, be interpreted by Charlie as an attempt to reconcile their differences - a thought that made Camilla shudder. The meeting had drawn to a close and the pair had not seen each other since. In one way Camilla considered that a blessing, in that it meant not having had to speak to Charlie, but on the other hand she was a little disappointed at not ever hearing the exact details of how returning home to find his 'perfect princess' with her circuits scrambled had traumatised him.		In the end the meeting had been a rather brief, painless affair, though Charlie did seem a little blue about something - what, Camilla just couldn't imagine! She had considered asking how he was coping on his own, but of course that would have either aroused suspicion or, even worse, be interpreted by Charlie as an attempt to reconcile their differences - a thought that made Camilla shudder. The meeting had drawn to a close and the pair had not seen each other since. In one way Camilla considered that a blessing, in that it meant not having had to speak to Charlie, but on the other hand she was a little disappointed at not ever hearing the exact details of how returning home to find his 'perfect princess' with her circuits scrambled had traumatised him.
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	"How typical." she thought, disdainfully. Candy frowned curiously, while still trying to smile. She seemed suddenly perplexed by something.		"How typical." she thought, disdainfully. Candy frowned curiously, while still trying to smile. She seemed suddenly perplexed by something.

	"I'm sorry, I don't understand." she breathed. Camilla suddenly ~~realised~~ that she had inadvertently 'thought' her last remark outsold and glanced nervously at Charlie for a moment, who was likewise looking perplexed.		"I'm sorry, I don't understand." she breathed. Camilla suddenly realized that she had inadvertently 'thought' her last remark outsold and glanced nervously at Charlie for a moment, who was likewise looking perplexed.

	"Oh, nothing." Camilla gasped, quickly composing herself once again, "It's good to see Charlie's finally found someone who can challenge him on an intellectual level." she assured the slightly confused looking brunette. Candy's frown deepened further, then she looked at Charlie, presumably for clarification. Charlie chuckled.		"Oh, nothing." Camilla gasped, quickly composing herself once again, "It's good to see Charlie's finally found someone who can challenge him on an intellectual level." she assured the slightly confused looking brunette. Candy's frown deepened further, then she looked at Charlie, presumably for clarification. Charlie chuckled.
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	Charlie uncrossed his arms and tried to smile smugly once again.		Charlie uncrossed his arms and tried to smile smugly once again.

	"Well, Candy and I were just passing by on our way to lunch, and we ~~realised~~ we hadn't invited you to our party tonight." he explained. Camilla smiled and looked at Candy.		"Well, Candy and I were just passing by on our way to lunch, and we realized we hadn't invited you to our party tonight." he explained. Camilla smiled and looked at Candy.

	"Oh, is it you're birthday?" she asked. Unfortunately, Candy seemed less confused by Camilla's question than she had hoped. The deeply tanned brunette just smiled back and shook her head.		"Oh, is it you're birthday?" she asked. Unfortunately, Candy seemed less confused by Camilla's question than she had hoped. The deeply tanned brunette just smiled back and shook her head.
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	"Andrew, eh? Well, I'll look forward to meeting him. Actually, I can't wait for you both to....."		"Andrew, eh? Well, I'll look forward to meeting him. Actually, I can't wait for you both to....."

	Suddenly a cell-phone rang. Instinctively Camilla went to check hers, but quickly ~~realised~~ her telephone had an altogether dissimilar ring to it. Charlie was already extracting his from an inside jacket pocket. He unfolded it, pressed a button and held it to his ear.		Suddenly a cell-phone rang. Instinctively Camilla went to check hers, but quickly realized her telephone had an altogether dissimilar ring to it. Charlie was already extracting his from an inside jacket pocket. He unfolded it, pressed a button and held it to his ear.

	"Yeah?" he said gruffly. He made some intermittent acknowledging noises, then glanced across at Camilla and held up an index finger, presumably indicating that he 'needed a moment here'. He then turned and moved to the other side of the office, murmuring softly.		"Yeah?" he said gruffly. He made some intermittent acknowledging noises, then glanced across at Camilla and held up an index finger, presumably indicating that he 'needed a moment here'. He then turned and moved to the other side of the office, murmuring softly.
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	"Forty-five thousand of them?!!" he bellowed into his phone, "He's got to be kidding!...Why didn't you call me when....."		"Forty-five thousand of them?!!" he bellowed into his phone, "He's got to be kidding!...Why didn't you call me when....."

	A brief pause, as Charlie listened, "Yeah, I ~~realise~~ that, but did you....."		A brief pause, as Charlie listened, "Yeah, I realize that, but did you....."

	Another impatient pause, "Okay, okay, I'll come back in now."		Another impatient pause, "Okay, okay, I'll come back in now."
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	"Yeah, yeah, whenever."		"Yeah, yeah, whenever."

	And suddenly the offensive pair were gone. Camilla's office door clicked shut a few moments later, and she ~~realised~~ she was both pleased to have them out of her presence, and disappointed that Charlie's brunette robo-bimbo had escaped unscathed. Perhaps a mathematics lesson would be in order that evening.		And suddenly the offensive pair were gone. Camilla's office door clicked shut a few moments later, and she realized she was both pleased to have them out of her presence, and disappointed that Charlie's brunette robo-bimbo had escaped unscathed. Perhaps a mathematics lesson would be in order that evening.

	Camilla's machinations were interrupted a few seconds later by her desk intercom buzzing. She sat down and pressed the talk button.		Camilla's machinations were interrupted a few seconds later by her desk intercom buzzing. She sat down and pressed the talk button.
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	"Thank you, so much!" Camilla heard Candy gasp, obviously still overjoyed at Camilla's selfless gift of wine, "I'll go put this on ice!"		"Thank you, so much!" Camilla heard Candy gasp, obviously still overjoyed at Camilla's selfless gift of wine, "I'll go put this on ice!"

	Camilla was still considering sampling the tremendous view and took a moment to ~~realise~~ what Candy had said. When she turned to explain that the wine should be served at room temperature, the tall brunette was already a few paces away, her blemish-less back swaying elegantly as she walked off through the throng.		Camilla was still considering sampling the tremendous view and took a moment to realize what Candy had said. When she turned to explain that the wine should be served at room temperature, the tall brunette was already a few paces away, her blemish-less back swaying elegantly as she walked off through the throng.

	Camilla rolled her eyes and moved out into the lounge. Near the centre of the room standing in front of a large white lounge suite that faced the balcony, she thought she spotted another familiar face. A moment later she joined the circle of people, a small group of couples and Charlie, who spotted her almost immediately.		Camilla rolled her eyes and moved out into the lounge. Near the centre of the room standing in front of a large white lounge suite that faced the balcony, she thought she spotted another familiar face. A moment later she joined the circle of people, a small group of couples and Charlie, who spotted her almost immediately.
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	Candy listened intently then smiled.		Candy listened intently then smiled.

	"I finished college a couple years ago and have done the odd bit of modeling here and there." she explained. Camilla ~~realised~~ suddenly she had heard that line before.		"I finished college a couple years ago and have done the odd bit of modeling here and there." she explained. Camilla realized suddenly she had heard that line before.

	"I thought so!" Lisa interjected, "I thought I'd seen your face in a magazine....or on TV somewhere......"		"I thought so!" Lisa interjected, "I thought I'd seen your face in a magazine....or on TV somewhere......"
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	"Bianca!" Rebecca snapped, but she was interrupted again by Candy's sickly sweet voice.		"Bianca!" Rebecca snapped, but she was interrupted again by Candy's sickly sweet voice.

	"Well, that's right. We're all women. We all like to look our best." Candy purred, Clearly Bianca's word-play had escaped her completely. Camilla noticed Bianca fuming silently. If only the young woman knew the truth about Candy! There was a brief pause as everyone (apart from Bianca, of course) tried desperately to think of a new topic to discuss. Camilla had just ~~realised~~ how she could work the topic of mathematics into the conversation, when Candy spoke again.		"Well, that's right. We're all women. We all like to look our best." Candy purred, Clearly Bianca's word-play had escaped her completely. Camilla noticed Bianca fuming silently. If only the young woman knew the truth about Candy! There was a brief pause as everyone (apart from Bianca, of course) tried desperately to think of a new topic to discuss. Camilla had just realized how she could work the topic of mathematics into the conversation, when Candy spoke again.

	"My measurements are forty, twenty-two, thirty-six." she stated clearly.		"My measurements are forty, twenty-two, thirty-six." she stated clearly.
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	Camilla's attention was regained by another sudden violent flash, this time within Candy's slender neck. A faint puff of smoke appeared from her open, moaning mouth. The moan seemed suddenly strangely artificial, as if recorded poorly from radio, and her head, though still held upright, seemed no longer fixed laterally to it's body. It swung left and right, buffeted about by the repeating electric flashes from below. They became more and more powerful, knocking that curvaceous torso about, swinging the head to and fro, making internal electric motors wind ever more feverishly. Through the enveloping smoke, husky digitised words were heard, though the lips did not mouth them, remaining uncharacteristically agape.		Camilla's attention was regained by another sudden violent flash, this time within Candy's slender neck. A faint puff of smoke appeared from her open, moaning mouth. The moan seemed suddenly strangely artificial, as if recorded poorly from radio, and her head, though still held upright, seemed no longer fixed laterally to it's body. It swung left and right, buffeted about by the repeating electric flashes from below. They became more and more powerful, knocking that curvaceous torso about, swinging the head to and fro, making internal electric motors wind ever more feverishly. Through the enveloping smoke, husky digitised words were heard, though the lips did not mouth them, remaining uncharacteristically agape.

	"My circuits..." the brunette barbie doll sighed incredulously, interrupting herself with a click as the same aroused moan repeated. Camilla wasn't sure, but the inexplicably aroused nymphet may just have ~~realised~~ that 'something was up' with her body. However, before the husky sound had time to play out completely, there was another click and it was triggered again. If the deeply tanned Automate had in fact ~~realised~~ her 'perfect body' was overloading, Camilla suspected it was now a little too late to do anything about it.		"My circuits..." the brunette barbie doll sighed incredulously, interrupting herself with a click as the same aroused moan repeated. Camilla wasn't sure, but the inexplicably aroused nymphet may just have realized that 'something was up' with her body. However, before the husky sound had time to play out completely, there was another click and it was triggered again. If the deeply tanned Automate had in fact realized her 'perfect body' was overloading, Camilla suspected it was now a little too late to do anything about it.

	Candy's head wobbled uneasily on it's axis. Her dark brown hair was increasingly messy, long strands shaking loose from above and hanging down over her shoulders, others getting caught in the moisture of her mouth. Smoke issued steadily from the open mouth, from both ears and even from the nose as the head swung loosely from side to side. Those deep brown eyes were mostly closed, the irises entirely unfocused. To Camilla, Candy's head seemed suddenly like an attractive feminine fake clown's head at some perverse ball throwing stall, or perhaps even more disturbingly, an inflatable doll, inexplicably burning from within. Through the smoke, the digitally sampled sensuous moan continued looping longingly, clicking unnaturally each time it repeated.		Candy's head wobbled uneasily on it's axis. Her dark brown hair was increasingly messy, long strands shaking loose from above and hanging down over her shoulders, others getting caught in the moisture of her mouth. Smoke issued steadily from the open mouth, from both ears and even from the nose as the head swung loosely from side to side. Those deep brown eyes were mostly closed, the irises entirely unfocused. To Camilla, Candy's head seemed suddenly like an attractive feminine fake clown's head at some perverse ball throwing stall, or perhaps even more disturbingly, an inflatable doll, inexplicably burning from within. Through the smoke, the digitally sampled sensuous moan continued looping longingly, clicking unnaturally each time it repeated.