Chloe turned her nose up at the VR Nexus 5000 in her lap, still with the gift tag attached. "But why would I want to have sex with you in a video game?"<br /> &nbsp; &nbsp;"It's not a video game, babe, it's virtual reality. Total sensory immersion. It'll feel more real than real," Jason replied, trying to disguise the tone of pleading in his voice. "We'll be able to experience things we never dreamed of. We can be anyone. Wonder Woman. Princess Leia. Emma Watson."<br /> Chloe arched an eyebrow and tossed the headset aside. "So is this a present you got for me? Or is it a present you got for yourself?" she said acidly. "I don't want you fucking Emma Watson, I want you to fuck me. Am I not good enough for you? Is that it?"<br /> Things only got worse from there, and soon devolved into a full-blown Christmas day fall-out. Their golden retriever watched them scream and yell at each other from his basket, gnawing on a turkey bone he'd scavenged from Christmas dinner. Finally Chloe declared Christmas to be officially ruined and that she was going to bed early without him, with much slamming of doors.<br /> Jason scowled and scooped the headset up, now $5000 of wasted electronics. What was the point of insane, mind-blowing VR sex without anyone to share it with?<br /> Jason looked at the dog snoozing in his basket.<br /> "Here, doggy doggy."