It was a searing summer day as Mark arrived at the dealership. He and Anna had been saving for years to finally purchase one of the new models from the depot. He recalled the first $100 they'd invested, back when they could barely afford rent, much less savings. But here they were, six years later, and it had all paid off. After the boom in biotech stocks in early 2115, their shares went through the roof, and it was time to cash in.
Entering through the clear glass door and marching up to the first attendant he saw, Mark said, "I'm here to buy."
"Oh really?" the attendant, replied, conspicuously eyeing him, trying to determine whether he had the money or not.
"We've got quite a selection of used -"
"I want a new one. I'm paying in cash."
The salesman's eyes lit up at the mention of cash on hand.
"Um, well, what exactly are you looking for, sir?"
"I saw the commercials for the 2020 models on DTV. I'd like one with all the options. I've done my research, and I know how much it costs. I'll give you $453,500, and no more."
True, this was a little high, but the stocks had been good to him and Anna, and he didn't feel like wasting time haggling over price. Within a few minutes he had the shipping order signed and paid for.
"And who will be the primary owner?"
"I will," he said, folding the papers into his pocket, and left to tell his wife.
* * * * * * * *
"So when will it be here? How much was it? Did you get the latest model?" Anna was a barrel of questions. He answered them all in turn. It seemed he never ran out of patience for her. That might be why he married her -- that, and the fact that they were both extremely horny, and extremely attracted to each other, which made a nice match.
Anna still looked fantastic, he thought as she sat there, inquisitively asking about the purchase. Her legs were tucked underneath her, demonstrating exactly how perfect her curves were, as they led from her waist to her chest. Her breasts were small, but were perfectly shaped - a quality Mark admired much more than size. He watched them unconsciously between the buttons of her shirt.
"Pay attention!" she demanded.
"Sorry, sweetie... it will be here by Friday, I'm sure. And yes, we have the latest model."
There was a gleam in her eyes, as she inhaled, excited about the arrival. Mark put his hand on her waist, letting his fingers rest on her soft flesh, and kissed her.
Right on time, there was a knock at the door Friday afternoon. Opening the door, they found a young, dark haired woman dressed in black pants and a red blouse.
"My name is Michele, and I'm from Johanason, Inc. I'm looking for Mr. Mark -"
"That's me," he quickly said.
"It's nice to meet you."
She raised her hand to shake his, and taking it, Mark felt the warm vibrations as the electrodes shot between them. Her eyes began to change color, and her hair became lighter as she let go.
Smiling, she said, "Pleased to meet you. May I come in?"
"Yes, please. This is my wife, Anna," and, taking her hand also, Anna's fingers tingled while she led the woman into their house.
Having a seat on the couch, Anna and Mark exchanged glances. The woman, placing her hand on Anna's thigh, began to noticeably change. Her eyes became bright blue and her hair swept back into a ponytail, held by a small bow. The pants she was wearing disappeared, revealing perfectly smooth, young legs, and a short skirt. Glancing at her chest, Mark saw the outline of two nipples as her breasts sat pointedly out against a snug flowered tank top.
He and Anna stared, overwhelmed. This was everything they had wanted and more.
