Now and then he might buy just one, and he would not even think of it again for months. Perhaps the pressures of work kept him busy, while at other times he entertained himself so thoroughly with various pleasant companions from the escort service that he hardly even thought of looking for another doll. A true woman was, after all, the incomparable platonic ideal which these laboriously constructed devices could only attempt to mimic. Sometimes he felt a little embarrassed that he would ever turn from the lure of one of his expensive courtesans of flesh and blood and simmering human desire to the synthetic arms of a computerized device that other engineers and software experts and artists had made solely for him to masturbate upon. And yet as enjoyable as a woman was, the solitary comforts
