A Touch of Remorse

About a month after that confession, things had taken a surprising turn. I had ordered Gaz as a companion, sure, but mostly for sex. Make no mistake, we were having plenty. Despite having gone and purchasing things for Gaz's room, she rarely used the bed. It was usually only when I was going to be busy at work that Gaz slept in her own bed. Her own idea, really.

Not that things were perfect. Sometimes I would wake up to an empty bed and Gaz downstairs playing video games. The look on her face when I caught her showed she knew she shouldn't be playing...well, not at that hour anyway. She never once gave me the, "I can stop when I want," excuse. Refusing to meet my gaze, she'd either turn the game off or ask for a few more minutes. If she asked for more time, I would stay with her until she turned it off. Worked every time. Unlike her cartoon counterpart, Gaz was prone to feeling guilty about making me stay up.

If it was one of those nights where she slept in her own bed, I was careful to look her over in the morning. If she was twitchy, I knew she had been up playing again, having tried to hide it by drinking coffee. Again, none of this was what I expected when I ordered something called a robo-slut. And I loved it. I liked taking care of her and her doing the same for me. I mean, yeah, there were rough spots, but that just made it more real. Perfection gets dull. And make up sex was amazing. ...needless to say, I left a high rating on the survey I got from the company regarding my satisfaction with my purchase as well as a glowing review.

Now, if you were thinking Gaz was being a housewife or something while I was at work, you'd be sorely mistaken. Gaz found a way to make her addiction profitable. Yeah. She was a streamer. And not one of her "work shirts" fully covered her chest. Her style of streaming was to treat her viewers like shit. It wasn't how she started, but after exploding on someone who kept sending lewd messages, it quickly became a thing where she berated people watching for staring at her tits and for watching her instead of getting a girlfriend. People are really damn weird.

One day I got a strange e-mail from the company telling me that, due to how well I had gotten along with Gaz, I was going to get a huge discount on my next purchase. This had me confused. Why would I make another purchase? I was perfectly happy with Gaz. I got my answer when I got home after work. I found her laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with her arms crossed under her rack. Her expression was that of someone with a lot on their mind. Brow furrowed, mouth pulled tight...well, that and she didn't notice me coming in.

"You okay, Gaz?" I asked. "FUCK SHIT!" she yelped, bolting upright. "John, what the fuck? When did you get home?" Her chest heaved as she recovered from her surprise.

Quirking an eyebrow, I shrugged. "Just now," I replied, used to her behavior by now. "What's bothering you, Gaz? And don't tell me nothing is. You don't stare at the ceiling like that unless you got something on your mind."

Puffing her cheeks up, Gaz let out a long breath. "John, this might surprise you, but I was a REALLY angry kid," she told me. I rolled my eyes, thinking about how only a couple of days ago, she had sworn painful vengeance upon Jehovah's Witnesses in such a manner that they ran away screaming about her being the devil. They had interrupted her attempt to start a little fun with me...not that she didn't resume right where she left off after they ran away.

"I treated a lot of people badly," she went on, apparently not noticing my eye roll. "Some of them didn't really deserve it. And there were others I actually got along with, only to just dismiss them once I got bored. I guess...with you being so nice to me, I was thinking maybe I should try that as well. Try and fix some things."

Suddenly the e-mail made sense. I was being set up to purchase a friend for her. Did they send her a command from their building? Or did they know what she was thinking already? I didn't like either idea. "Okay...so who did you plan on reaching out to?" I asked.