The machine was a bit shocked by the sudden contact of the small woman’s lips against her own.  Love was mere physical affection?  She thought that was lust...  One of the sins laid down by God.  Yet, she had...  Given into her own lust in coming here hadn’t she?  She had sinned and fell to the doctor’s physical advances... was it possible, she loved the doctor?  A verbal understanding of the term might be in order and perhaps the tormented patchwork girl was incapable of providing her with the knowledge that she required.<br/><br/>Her blue orbs took the girl’s body in the strange way she positoned herself, all sent strange signals she barely understood rocketing through her mind and body.  Once more she felt that odd warmth taking root in her core.  She sucked softly on her lower lip and took a step forward. Slipping a hand around the small girl, letting it rest upon her hip as she brought her own pelvis to come to rest on the small woman’s body.<br/><br/>“You are...”  She took a long breath.  “Aestecially pleasing.”  She could smell the other girl’s body, the scent sweetened by the soap.  “I do not have much experince with what you call love.”  She leaned forward inhaling deeply smelling the woman’s hair, feeling the slick wetness against her flesh.  “Yet, I would not mind feeling your lips pressed against mine one more time...”