She arrived like a new bride. Not a virgin, in fact thrice divorced I think. She bore the marks of previous relationships but I didn't mind. She came with much hype and I worried my expectations were too high.Would she be my Ann of Cleaves? In my mind I'd put her on a pedestal. On arrival I did, literally, on an old speaker stand (too big for my rack you see). I powered up and gently buffed her with my softest cloth as her valves started to glow. I knew I was rushing her; she wouldn't be ready yet. But like a teenager I couldn't wait and pressed the buttons.
Ah! doctor's appt. Be back in a couple of hours.