The old man took his credit slip and waved it in front of the reader. “Paid in full. Up the stairs, third door on the right. Her name’s Penelope.”
“Thanks.”
“And remember, son: be respectful. A gentleman is always respectful to a lady.”
The customer looked at him quizzically. “She’s not real. She’s plastic. Plastic and metal and silicon and a computer chip to run it all. But I have no intention of breaking—”
“I’m not worried about that; you couldn’t break Penelope if you tried. It’s to keep in practice, my boy. Best not to develop any bad habits.”
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