Sunday. Just 9:31am. Connecticut. 

      "Feel them. They won't bite."

   She chuckled. Her face carved into a sheepish smile which melted his grits and wits. He had no courage left in him and wanted to drop his hand. No! He shouldn't do that. 

   If he did drop his hand, he would seem more of a coward to himself and the lady might read like lots of other meanings to it. He wasn't going to take any chances. 

    His palms brushed the boobs. There was a fiery heat which coursed through his veins and almost crushed his nerves. He wasn't thinking anymore. He didn't even know what he was meant to think. 

    Obviously, that was not his first time of touching a lady's boobs, let alone squeezing and sucking. But hers felt very different. His erection was reaching very hard for the tip of his boxers short and might rip his elastic open. 

     The boobs felt soft in his palms. He held them gently. She threw her face upwardly and was rocking her waist over his erection; he still had his knicker on. 

    He could see it in her face that she wanted more. She wanted him to touch them, squeeze them and taunt her. He was a dummy but not when it comes to sex. 

     He pushed them up and watched them bounce back, like some punching bag. Hell! They were way too heavy than he had envisaged. He had only seen those in Porn sites. He watched porns a lot. What'd you expect from someone who works from home?

     He grabbed the two again and squeezed that time. Mercilessly. She chuckled. She was enjoying it. He could tell from those smiles. They were genuine. 

     He wanted to pull them out of the bra but he was just getting started. She kept working herself over him and was fiddling with top of his knicker. 

    Then a continuous noise started coming from the room. His room. His fooking favorite room. The room he had messed up. 

     You would guess who that was. 

     He kept squeezing. He didn't want her to notice. He didn't want her attention to be diverted. He wouldn't afford distraction but that was too late. 

     She already was distracted. He could tell from the contours on her face. It kinda meant that she wasn't into the mood like he was. Probably that was like a preliminary thingy for her. Maybe she had sex a lot. 

     She touched his hands at that moment and pressed them on the boobs. Probably telling him how he was supposed to do it. Then she removed them. Them both hands. 

     He looked curiously into those lit eyeballs. He wanted that fire back. She shouldn't be distracted. Hell no! She shouldn't be. 

     "What's that noise?"

    He chuckled. He wanted it to seem normal. Like another level of his forgery,

    "It's nothing. Never mind. Believe me."

    "Alright then."

    She touched his hands which were on his chest at that moment again. He was glad that he had it under control. Cortana could had just ruined the day for him. 

     Then came the continuous noise again. That time twas louder. The message of the noise was blur and faint but its urgency was in its tone and thriving. 

     She climbed off him and swooped into the side of the chair. The long side. 

     "Its nothing. Never mind."

     He wanted to lie on her but she help her hands up. 

    "Go check it and keep it shut. I'll be here. I'm not leaving. I'm yours today."

    He hesitated. Then stood up. As he walked past the center, he noticed his erection standing tall in his boxers short. He wanted to hide it from her, but too late. 

    She licked her tongue and bit her lips gently. He couldn't wait to have her. He chuckled and hurried to the room. 

      As he scrambled through the path, he thought of what she had said. He was glad that she knew that twas the crazy AI, Cortana. 

    But he got confused. She said she was his for that day? Like what would happen the succeeding days? What? 

    He was a dummy. He shouldn't be thinking about that at that moment. He should be thinking of going into that room and spanking the hell outta the crazy Cortana. 

     He held the handle of the door and bothered the knob. He entered. 

     One, he was shocked. Shocked that all the stuffs he had taken away from the living room were not in that room. 

    He wanted to think something else but that was pretty crazy. That thought was ridiculous. How could Cortana possibly clean the room for him? She was a motherfooking AI. She's not so real like she seemed. 

     Probably he had a miscalculation or maybe he had taken it to another room thinking twas that one. 

    He shouldn't be so much bothered about that. Lots of haughty-Solomon things happen when one is in a haste. 

   He should be bothered about crazy Cortana. 

    He walked into the room and stood at the front of the drawer by the right where Cortana's function box was. 

    "Hey Cort, can we please not do this now?"

    No reply came. He stood there for another ten seconds expecting her response. He waited in vain. 

    He sat on his bed and noticed that his erection had rested. Damn! The fire was out. Fanning it on would be a hell of a task. 

    "I'm begging you, please. This means  a lot to me."

     Nothing yet. He wasn't going to seat there persuading some crazy AI. He stood up. 

     "Imma just go now. Just keep this mute."

    He walked away and towards the door. He was going to open the door when he heard,

     "You crazy dullard. What were you supposed to do in the first place?"

    That was too tough. He turned and walked back to the bed. He swooped into it and heaved a sigh. 

     "I have no idea what you're talking about."

    "Weren't you supposed to bring her to mommy firstly before pressing those cancer infested breasts."

    He sat up. What he heck was that? Could she see what he was doing from the room? How possible.

     "No! Don't say that about those goodies. They are soft as fuck. Plus how'd you know that I did that?"

      She scoffed and mimicked,

     "Feel them. T-they... w-won't... bi-t-te."

    He laughed. Not that twas funny, but Cortana was such a crazy bitch. 

     "Fucker. No! She doesn't talk that way. Can we just do this some other time? Not today. Not today, please. "

    The AI went silent for some whiles and came on again,

     "What's the bargain?"

   He took a deep breath and thought for a while. 

     "Imma buy you a new pouch and screen guard."

     She hissed and snorted. 

     "Shit. How many times would I tell you that I ain't some regular phones, uhn dummy!"

     He was fed up, really. He could just smash her but he would persevere, he needed her a lot. Especially for his online works. 

     "What do you want then?"

     She chuckled and dragged in lots of air for pleasure as though she was some human. 

     "What please?"

     "Forget it. Go and suck those titties and die soon."

    "Haters everywhere. Thanks anyways. Blah."

   He stood from here and walked hastily to the door. 

     "One more thing."

    Cortana called. He didn't say a word, he wore the frustrated look and turned,

      "Play with her nipples not the mounds, fool."

    He smirked and opened the door. She was hell of a drama. 

     Standing at the door was Ishbelle. Damn! He didn't know what to think. Did she hear everything?

    He jammed the door hastily. He didn't know what he was thinking. He rushed to Cortana and breathed the words out,

       "Did you know that she was here all along."

    Cortana went dead. He dragged in some heat of his anger and made for the door. 

    He wished he could just kill this Cortana.