We'll see her again soon...

Christmas at your Parent's house is as lovely as always. They're very traditional people so it you enjoyed roasted Turkey and presents from under the tree. They even still do a Christmas stocking for you that they'd hung over their fake, modern fire place. You pull crackers and wear a silly hat and eat so much food that you think you'll burst.

But then there's that awkward moment where they ask what Grandpa bought you for Christmas and you have to decide whether you want to tell them about Emma or not. For now, you decide to keep quiet, perhaps it may be better to tell them later. Throughout all the festivities, your mind keeps wandering back to the beautiful robot currently occupying your house. Despite the great job she did on your Kitchen, you're a little apprehensive about leaving her on her own.

The evening drags on and while you enjoy yourself, you're eager to get back home. Finally though, your Parent's do the whole 'stretching and time for bed' act, and you quickly leap on it and say your goodbyes. Everything looks normal except that all the lights are on in the house as you pull into the drive-way.

Your heart thumps in your chest as you make the short trip from the car to the front door, "Hello?" You call out as soon as you have the door open. Emma calls from deep within the building, drifiting down from somewhere upstairs. You can't help but glance through some of the rooms as you make your way upstairs, noting how they don't look any tidier than when you left. It suddenly makes sense though as you reach the landing, and discover all the boxes and junk you'd stored in the attic spread out over the floor. Dust hangs thickly in the air in great clouds as you make a path to the ladder than leads up to the attic.

"Emma! What are you doing?!" You shout, unable to keep the irritation from your voice. A dirty face appears in the hole in the ceiling, her smile fading as she looks at your expression.

"You said to clean the house. I started with the dirtiest one but I'm afraid I have not managed to make much progress." she explains, confusion at your reaction clear through the dirt and dust on her face. "Have I done wrong?"

You rub your eyes and groan, of course technically the attic is part of the house. You knew you shouldn't have left her on her own. "No, it's fine. Just, don't worry about cleaning up there, just get these boxes back up in an organised way, and clean up the dust in the landing... I'm getting a drink" You say the last bit to yourself.

It takes Emma at least another hour to clean up the mess she'd made, but eventually she calls to you from the upstairs landing. You appear at the bottom of the stairs and notice that at some point, she'd cleaned herself up, her face now the pristine, unblemished visage it had once been.

"Alex, I have one box left that defies organisation. It does not appear to be like anything you own, can you please explain where this should go?"

Drink in hand, you slog upstairs to where Emma is stood waiting patiently. Once again you're struck by her sheer perfect beauty, like she'd been sculpted or something. Your eyes saunter down her body and wonderful 'assets' till you reach the box at her feet. Instantly you recognise the flourished cursive stating 'Private' as Carol's. Carol and her Husband Mike owned the house before you bought it, the elderly couple wanted to downsize now that they didn't need all the space. Thinking back, there were a couple of boxes tucked away in one corner of the attic when you arrived but you never thought anything of it and simply dumped your stuff and forgot about it.

Emma had already opened the box, so out of curiosity, you nudge the cardboard open. Your jaw drops when you see what they left behind.

It's like when you walked inside your Grandfather's workshop. The box is filled with dildos and vibrators of various sizes and colours. From large black ones to slim smooth ones, there's even a leather strapped harness that appeared to fit many of the toys. To be fair, a lot of them were new and still in their packaging but you can't imagine the kindly old couple you bought this place from ever using any of this stuff.

You glance up at Emma, who simply smiles at you expectantly. "What do you think about these?" you ask her curiously, holding up a particularly bumpy vibrator to show her. She seems confused by the question for a moment, before the smile returned.

"These are toys, designed to induce pleasure and aid in sexual release. They're often very fun to play with." Well, that was a clinical explanation, guess the robots don't really feel embarrassment or shame, you think to yourself.

"Stick these in my bedroom in the corner, I'll sort them out later." you tell her, rubbing your eyes. It really is late, and you have a busy day tomorrow.