“Sweetie! Breakfast!” That familiar, silky smooth, sweet-as-honey voice with a metallic undertone called out. This was Odessa, blonde, blue eyed and very generously endowed, sporting a straining grey midriff struggling against her chest, grey shorts straining against her plumped, inhumanly huge rear end and a white apron whilst she was in the living room, cleaning off the television stand with a long handled feather duster. Odessa had been living alone for the longest time, up until you came along and had taken up the vacancy in her home. She herself was appreciative of the company, as it had filled a void that previously existed in her mechanical heart.