We continue.

"Amber," he repeated to the prone woman. "I want you to explain to me clinically how a person would feel about being touched where I touch you. Tell me if it would feel good or bad, relaxing or stimulating."

He began to knead the underside of her breasts gently. He felt the smooth skin stretched over her ribcage as she responded.

"This would feel very good," she said matter-of-factly to the ceiling. "If the person consents, it would-"

"Describe it in first person, as though it's you that's feeling these things. And be slightly less robotic - more like a disinterested third party."

She took a deep breath and looked at him. He was still cupping her breasts from below. She glanced down briefly, then looked back at him. "This is very sensually pleasing. The breasts are an erogenous zone, and manually manipulating mine feels very good."

He squeezed her left breast hard, and she gave no indication that it hurt. "That doesn't feel good. The breasts are primarily fatty tissue and ducts, and the pressure and **** you're applying causes pain." She sat up slightly and added, "A real person would want you to stop."

Without a word, he moved down to her hips. He slid his hands along the curves of her lower body, from her ass around to the front to tickle the skin above her pussy. She affirmed that it felt very good and sexually arousing. He pressed against the skin above her pelvis, pushing it inward as though she was sucking in a gut.

"That feels very unpleasant and would make the person unhappy. You already know that, of course. Would you like me to be more naturalistic?"

He paused and looked at her quizzically. "A little bit, but how did you know?"

She smiled and sat up, her tits bouncing with the motion. "I don't know anything, remember? I just said it because it's true. You're about to starting playing with my vagina and you want me to be a little more human, right?"

He nodded and she continued. "I'm still not very human right now. I smile and respond naturally but I'm not emulating any kind of emotion or higher cognition. Would you like me to refer to the body you're using as 'mine'?"

"Yes," he croaked awkwardly. She smiled again. "Very well. Feel free to do what you'd like with my vagina, Bill."

That was all the invitation he needed. With a trembling hand, he reached out to touch it. He'd had sex, of course. He and his wife were sexually active back before she passed, and he'd had a handful of experiences before that. He'd never gotten this view of it before and was surprised by how small and simple it looked. Just a little slit nestled between her thighs. He prodded it with his finger and she replied.

"That's not a very good feeling. This is my vagina and you're just poking at it. Would you like me to show you how to manipulate it more pleasurably?" He shook his head and she shrugged. "Ok. I'll keep telling you how it feels. Now, that-" he had suddenly pulled back the clitoral hood and touched her clit, "-feels very good but very, very shocking. One would expect some sort of warning or buildup before you do anything like that."

Bill was barely listening. He had pulled the folds apart and was examining the inner sanctum. He ran a finger from top to bottom, which Amber helpfully informed him was "highly arousing". At this point, he was getting pretty turned on too so he began to unbuckle his pants. Amber smiled again.

"It looks like you want to have sex with me. Do you want me to do anything special?"