FYOP/Hollywood Hardware/0047
Back home, you linger in the doorway, making Janelle push you forward to clear the entrance. "Sorry," you joke. "I just wanted to feel you pushing me out of the way."
"Oh, I'll push you out of the way all right," she says, swatting your butt as you walk in front of her. "Now get your ass in the living room. I want to watch TV."
"Yes, Janelle," you say, eager to please her. You head to the living room and sit on the couch, while she flops down on the other end.
"So, what do you want to watch, Janelle?" you ask.
"Look through the channels and find something," she says, waving her hand dismissively.
"Yes, Janelle," you say, picking up the remote and starting to flip through the channels.
"And get me a snack," she adds. "I'm starving. And bring me a beer."
"Yes, Janelle," you say, getting up from the couch. You head to the kitchen, feeling a little bit like a dog that's been told to fetch. But you don't mind, because you're really turned on by the whole situation.
You rummage through the fridge, trying to find something that Janelle might like. You're not really sure, so you just throw cheese, crackers, and some sliced vegetables on a plate.
Soon you're done playing gofer and sit back beside her.
"Thanks, babe," she says, taking a sip. "Now keep looking for something good on TV."
Hey, this problem might solve itself. It's late, so...
...a Westworld episode is coming on! How will Janelle like a story of robot rebellion?
...it's nearly bedtime... hubba-hubba...