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Dave knew something was wrong with Jessi from the moment he hung up the phone with her. He couldn't put my finger on it, but she just didn't seem to be herself. Definitely a trip back to maintenance was in order for her.
Of course, that was his initial thought before he opened the bedroom door to find his girlfriend half-naked, absently stroking herself on the floor with his ex-girlfriend, also half-naked, sitting behind her seductively stroking her breast.
"Hello, David," Holly purred.
"Hello David," Jessi repeated blankly.
This was not a good thing for David. Holly was best described as a bit off-kilter, madly in love one minute, and insanely jealous and possessive the next. Making things worse was that he never knew what kind of Holly he would come home to each night. For nearly a year, David walked on eggshells to put up with her. The final straw came when she flipped out after she saw him with another woman. It was an ugly breakup, but after the smoke cleared, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief that she was out of his life for good.
Or so he thought.
"What are you doing here, Holly?" David asked warily.
"Oh nothing. I was just in the neighborhood visiting some friends when I saw your place. It made me think of the old times and the wonderful fun we had together. You remember how happy we were don't you?"
"No, I just remember how you tried to castrate me when you saw me with another woman."
"Well, how was I supposed to know that was your sister?" she said innocently. "I did forgive you for that, don't you remember?"
He almost laughed at that. Holly was definitely in top form, always finding a way to turn the situation around, no matter how wrong she was. He would've pointed that out, but wasn't in the mood to argue this with her.
"What are you doing with Jessi?"
Jessi started to mumble something, but no words came out. "She's quite an impressive toy you've got here. She looks real, and she feels real, but she's not." She cast Jessi aside and stood up, leaving Jessi absently stroking herself awkwardly. "Is this what you left me for? An automation? A mechanical copy of the real thing?"
David started to back up. She was turning possessive again. Even after all of this time, she's never gotten over him, apparently. "I thought we could patch things up, but it seems like you have other ideas."
She looked down at Jessi. "I'll have to show you what I do to anybody who tries to steal my man away from me!!" She reached into her purse and pulled out a letter opener that was crudely sharpened.
"Stop!" David yelled. She looked up to find him holding a remote. "What are you going to do with that thing?" she sneered.
He said, "Something I should've done a long time ago," and pressed the button. She froze in mid pose for a second before collapsing on the floor.
He let out a sigh as he surveyed the scene. One woman still stroking herself, the other collapsed on the floor with the look of total surprise on her face. He chuckled to himself at the absurdity of the situation. He should've changed the locks when she left. She should've changed her remote access code. He was sure there was a saying about turnabout and fair play, but he didn't have time to remember what it was. Not when he has two broken bots lying on his bedroom floor.
