~Artie~<br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec3.pinimg.com/736x/75/0c/52/750c52f6895f91848c9755e957419799.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Steam filled the room, fogging the mirrors of the spacious bathroom , the air heavy in my lungs as I bathed. Music thumped though my quarters, nearly drowning out the sound of rushing water. "I'm sick and I'm twisted - I'm broken you can't fix it - Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go.... Into the river below.... !!" I sang out horribly as if competing with it, over the sound of the shower. I can't sing, I'm well aware of this.<br/><br/>On average, I wouldn't even be up at this Gods-forsaken hour, but thereâ€™s an early casting today and I have things to do.. The Producers want to meet about  the new project, which of course means that they want to change things again, Why is it that they even bother with Directors if theyâ€™re only going to dictate the project anyway? Sometimes I wonder why I chose this career anyway.<br/><br/>I push that thought away and bring myself back to the present. Cold air suddenly bombards my skin as the water is cut and the excess heat in the room begins to dissipate. Opening the Shower, and using my upper body strength alone, expertly hoist myself from the stall bench and into the waiting chair less than a foot from me.<br/><br/>Iâ€™ve always been disabled. I was born with Cerebral Palsy, a group of disorders that can involve brain and nervous system functions, such as movement, learning, hearing, seeing, and thinking. There are several different types of cerebral palsy, including spastic, dyskinetic, ataxic, hypotonic, and mixed.Thankfully my case is Extremely Mild - Mobility, and slight dexterity issues. There are Vastly more extreme cases.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later I sit,completely dressed in front of my mirror, working my hands through my hair and attempting to beat it into submission. " No,You'll never be alone - When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars; Hear my whispers in the dark... I mutter half-hearted, bobbing my head a bit as I wrestle my freakin' hair still...  I growl frustrated and give in.. "That's as good at it gets."<br/><br/>Washing my hands, I rid myself of the greasiness and chemical odor of the styling gel; with a snap of my fingers the bath falls silent and I turn to exit, into the main room of my house. One Great thing, I remember, about being a Director is the money. While admittedly designed for the Disabled - with lower appliances, and shelves and the like - it isnâ€™t exactly middle class. Still Iâ€™m not complaining; it is West Hollywood and thats nothing to sneeze at, especially for a young Fresh Director.<br/><br/>Making a cup of Coffee, I go over to the computer and Pull up the Live Stream - itâ€™s a bit of a morning routine for me - and check the shipping report. Iâ€™d broken down and finally bought an Orga-bot from Cyberus Industries, mostly out of curiosity. Iâ€™d been told repeatedly that I should get one, that theyâ€™d be a great help, but Frankly I donâ€™t really need one. There are a few odds and ends I could have it do around here, but it seems a rather large waist of Money for so little; and then David, an old friend of mine back home in Britain - Mentioned to me that I could use it as a Personal assistant for work which is a ridiculously Obvious idea, but yet I hadnâ€™t considered that.<br/><br/>The selection process was rather simple, a bit like creating a character for a Video game: You got to choose all manner of things from eye color to build. You even got to choose itâ€™s preferences, which David found hilarious and teased me endlessly all week. I chose of the Chinese persuasion because if itâ€™s going to be around, it may as well be pleasant, but I chose to let the company Generate his name because I suck at it. I could always change it later if I were so inclined.<br/><br/>It is due here any time and I have to admit if only to myself that Iâ€™m a bit excited. The more time I had to think about it over the week the more ways I had to dream up for it to be useful, and I have to admit that it would make things much easier. So about an hour later when the Doorbell rings - a nice soft pleasant  tone - and itâ€™s a delivery. â€œArther Abrams,â€ the guy asks me politely when I get to the door. I just nod and he hand me the Ipad heâ€™s carrying. â€œI need you to sign for this.â€ He motions to the Large box on the Dolly behind him and I snort to myself. Used to be that you had to at least show I.D., now they could give a fuck.<br/><br/>Tracing my signature on the touch screen I move aside motioning him inside. â€œI donâ€™t suppose you have a Crowbar,â€ I ask offhand as he sits the thing down up-right in the middle of the living room floor. Without a word he takes one off the dolly that I didnâ€™t see and with a swift yank, pries it open, and bidding me a good day, makes a hasty exit. â€œ...At least he didnâ€™t ask for a tip,â€ I shrug.<br/><br/>Prying the box-face away there he stands surrounded on three sides by large air cushion bags, and completely naked. â€œFuck,â€ I swear as sudden realization hits me. Of course Iâ€™d have to buy him clothes, bank robbing bastards.<br/><br/>I note a booklet at his feet and with a sigh I heave myself out of the chair using the Box for balance with my left hand. Upon closer inspection I have to admit that he is very life like, I think running my free hand over his honey colored skin. Reaching down slowly I pick up the booklet. Iâ€™d done a lot of research beforehand, but it never hurts to at least Skim the official instructions. Contrary to popular belief Guys do read instructions, at least the gay ones do. â€œTo activate flip the Pectoral region,â€ I mutter reading and Chuckle. â€œ...Just flick her titty, sure.â€<br/><br/>Flicking his nipple, Iâ€™m still snickering to myself as he wakes up. â€œJust flick her titty,â€ I say in my best Krieger imitation. â€œWhatâ€™s your name,â€ I ask it after giving it the Requisite Verbal cue as a fail-safe.<br/>-----------------<br/>OOC:<br/><br/>Music used: (In Order)<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://youtu.be/3_nzzYUogv4">http://youtu.be/3_nzzYUogv4</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://youtu.be/omuYo49_SOQ">http://youtu.be/omuYo49_SOQ</a><br/><br/>Front Room:<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec4.pinimg.com/736x/b9/74/f1/b974f17b7c217caf8bb73bb2a99a7189.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div>