She’d guessed something wasn’t right for a while. To begin with he brought her coffee without sugar. She always took sugar. Two, to be precise.
Then he became less attentive. He got the shopping wrong. He forgot to do the cleaning.
The final giveaway was the sex. He just lay on top and pumped away like, well, you get the picture. Anyway, it was the last straw.
So, in frustration, she whacked him over the head with the breakfast tray. That seemed to do the trick.
The Male Companion Model 246 always was a bit erratic.
Time for an upgrade?