Chapter Nine
I was efficient at the sim-room prep, this now the third time I’d done this. Del left for a minute to change into clothes that would allow more nanobot contact, and I took the time to strip down to just my bra and panties, leaving the rest of my clothes on the couch. Then I entered the sim room and got into dust-me pose. Without even a voice command the ceiling showered me with shimmering particulate—Joanna’s doing, I’m sure.
“Thanks,” I breathed, and the corners of the room blushed pale pink.
Del came in, bare-chested as usual save for the strap, his longer pants exchanged for a style mid-thigh length. Whenever I saw him like this it was never so obvious how powerful he was, physically, and how physically attractive—yes, I could admit that now. Unbidden, the image came to
