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think I do.” He hesitated, glancing at her legs. “Is—is it all right if I--”
    “Of course it is,” she said, using her free hand to slide her skirt up her thigh. “Anything you desire is all right with me.”
    He put his hand on that thigh. It was soft and firm, just like the rest of her. He slid around to the inside, and up to her pantyline. “You sure?”
    She closed her thighs on his hand. “Banner, I want you to desire me. I am here to please you in any way I can, especially sexually. I will never deny you anything, unless I judge it to be deleterious to your health or welfare.”
    “How could sex be deleterious?”
    “If you wanted it in a barrel going over Niagara Falls.”
    He laughed, and she laughed with him. She was indeed programmed for humor. “So I can feel you up in the car?”
    “Your activity will not distract me from my focus on safety and the rules of the road. I merely will be unable to respond fully at the moment.”
    “Oh.” Somehow that did not completely please him.
    She picked right up on it. “Oh, Banner, have I disappointed you? I want so much never to do that.”
    “It's not that, exactly. It's that a real woman would object to my distracting her while she drove. You just reminded me that you are not a real woman.”
    “I am not,” she agreed. “But I will improve my emulation as I attune more precisely to your needs.”
    Something else occurred to him. “Your thigh is soft and warm.”
    “We maintain human body texture and temperature throughout. You would not like me if I were otherwise.”
    “It must require a lot of energy.”
    “It does, but it is necessary. Harder bodies would be stronger, also, but less realistic. I am crafted to serve your needs.”
    Banner considered. “Then maybe a bit more human frailty would be nice. To facilitate the illusion.”
    “To what degree?”
    “Well, for example, are you ticklish?”
    “I am now.” She had evidently changed an internal switch.
    He removed his hand from her leg and touched her side under her arm.
    “Eeeek!” she exclaimed, and the car swerved.
    He had to laugh. “Good enough.”
    They reached his house. She parked the vehicle neatly under the carport and unsnapped her seat belt.
    “No, wait,” he said. He got out, walked around the car, and opened the door for her.
    “Thank you, Banner,” she said sweetly. She got out, stood, and kissed him on the cheek. Then she took his arm and walked with him to the door.
    She was a lightning-fast study, needed no time to ponder and adapt. Any change in her program took effect immediately.
    Inside, she walked straight to the bedroom, knowing where it was. She paused. “Would you prefer to undress me?”
    “Yes.” First he held her and kissed her. Her lips responded perfectly. Then he removed her blouse and bra—she wore one now—and kissed her bared breasts. They were completely realistic. Then he drew down her skirt and panties and gestured to the bed as he undressed.
    In moments they were together, hugging and kissing. His hard penis sought her soft cleft, and she moved just enough to ensure its accurate lodging. Then he was in her and spurting. “Oh, Elasa!”
    “Oh, Banner! You always were the best.”
    That made him pause. “How many men have you had?”
    She smiled. “Only you. I was activated and reprogrammed only this morning. But my banks have examples of many types of sexual interaction, to enable me to perform them on demand.”
    “I'm an ordinary man. How can I be the best?”
    “By definition. I am attuned to you alone, exactly as you are.” She touched his artificial nose. “Even your nose. You are not an ordinary man; you are a brave one. I would not enjoy the attention of any other man.”
    “You can enjoy things?”
    “Yes, in my fashion. I seek to please you as well as I can, and accomplishing that satisfies my need. Failure to accomplish any part of it makes me restive.”
    “But you're a machine! You can't have real feelings.”
    Now