I’m working on an interactive book tree for my novels and their genres:
Another excerpt from THE EMISSARY:
“I need your permission to examine you. I’m curious . . . you know, about just how accurate your maker was, in uh . . . in-”
The bot saved her from further embarrassment by brightly offering himself. “Certainly, Yeoman Gossett.”
He actually stuck his crotch in her face. The thing had no shame or fear. He was bigger than most, and so was his floppy, human looking dick.
“May I?” she asked. “Touch it-”
“Of course, Yeoman Gossett.”