"Sure," she said and she handed him the bag of groceries and entered his condo.

"So what are you gonna teach me," she asked, taking off her jacket, her Doc Marten shoes, her white athletic socks, and then, to his utter surprise, the uniform too, revealing a loose-fitting silk tank-top and matching undies. Her toenails were painted dark-red.

She wasn't sure she really understood why she decided to take him up on his offer to come in, to just strip herself to her bare essentials, to test-ride the GRAMMATRON system, if indeed that's what was going to happen. It was just that she hated the idea of going back out into the smog and traffic and noise of Cyburbia USA's degradation-express and word had spread about his interest in delivery-chicks. Besides, she, thought, he was kind of cute.

"Have you ever read any novels," he asked her.

"Not really."

"Not really? Either you have or you haven't."

"Well, I tried one of those S&M things, but it was boring."

Pause. Long.

Then she:

"But I like to listen to music. What kind of music do you have?" and she walked over to the hyperstation where the terminal was humming.