My god, Charlie thought as he lay there, desperately trying to keep calm. He’d forgotten how good sex felt. He didn’t like to admit it, but it had been a while since he’d felt the touch of a real woman. SimPorn was OK, but at the end of the day, in the back of your mind you still knew you were fucking a computer.
Charlie’s life had, he decided, become exponentially better since being fired from his job. He hadn’t returned to his apartment since arriving at this end of the line train station and now the friendship he had made, with the girl he had met, had begun to turn into something more.
He opened his eyes and instead of seeing his partner looking back at him, saw her looking at something intently out the window.
“Erm.” He said “Am I boring you?”
She jumped off without saying anything.
“Someone’s got off the train. I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
“Expecting someone? But it’s a train, how?”
Before he could finish talking, she had thrown her clothes on and run out the door. Charlie went to follow her, but was pulled back to the bed. He had forgotten about the handcuffs.