Not much help...

Tech Support didn't have many answers for me. I woke up early to make the call. It was a twenty four hour service, you see. That made sense, all things considered. After all, the robo-slut would be active twenty four hours...unless programmed otherwise...so why should they stop helping the customers.

According to them, Cammie's actions were consistent with a Prinny. ****, fearful of rejection...all the things Cammie did were accurate. They seemed more interested in Bea's preference of Etna over me. Personally, I didn't mind that.

They recommended that Cammie be thoroughly punished for her behavior. It was important for her to realize that actions like...THAT...was the opposite of what I wanted. I felt a bit guilty about it, but I agreed to do SOMETHING as a punishment. As I hung up the phone, I realized I forgot to ask how they kept producing items from nowhere. Oh well.

I attempted to return to bed. Even if I didn't get any more sleep, at least I could snuggle with Etna. She was my first and my favorite, after all. Sadly, my attempt went bad when Etna woke up to the sound of me entering. "Wha...? Where'd you go?" Etna mumbled, rubbing her eyes. How did that wake her up when screaming and being dragged didn't?

"I had to make a quick phone call," I said, which wasn't a lie. Grunting, Etna stretched. "Alright...I'm gonna go hurt that Prinny now," she replied, putting on her clothes. "I won't kill her, just like I promised." Well...I WAS supposed to punish Cammie...but Etna's methods might be a bit much...

"We've got to be able to come up with a better plan then just beating on her," I insisted. Etna frowned, stroking her chin in thought. "Hmm...you make things so challenging, John. I love that about you," she mused. "How to punish without ****...?"