"Greetings! Welcome to Paradiso Springs Life Resort.
On the right concourse, you'll see our wide assortment of wife-consorts.
Paradiso Springs Life Resort offers the finest in
artificial companionship, for hardships in time commits.
This tertiary moon makes pleasure our pledge, sir,
so take a gander at our models. They all endeavor to best serve."
Mat had to scoff at how they used "companionship."
This whore-house of a moon unglued his damages.
"You need this," they said. So he perused the manuscripts,
consumed unhappiness, refused their answers, yet
Mat still felt guilty. His friends had used their last few cents
to put him on this moon for a boost or chance to twist.
He rolled his eyes, snide, and picked the blonde on the right.
"Oh, that's Rayanne! You'll like her. She's soft, honest and kind.
Her hobbies are bikes, walks in the night and peach cobbler delight."
Rayanne's nipples flicked as Mat touched her breasts.
Suppleness. He'd come to rest on the crest of her dimpled hip.
Creamy skin, like butter exposed. He fumbled with clothes.
She had such grace, unencumbered. She rose.
She made it easier, smothered him whole under the glow
of a depleting sun, splashing from the West window.
It was open. And as Mat faced it, Rayanne asleep in his bosom,
he never wanted to leave but wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
Rayanne had been programmed to follow orders.
Mat's were simple: Stay hushed in the trunk of the bus until they'd crossed the border.
Escape: Those three days had made it the only option.
Mat couldn't hold her hostage, but she couldn't say no to stop it.
So the plan was escape.
Escape to sandalwood candles and laminate frames.
The answer was plain. Mat ensured the handler was paid.
Rayanne had never left Paradiso Springs, but the planet was safe.
Mat was holding Rayanne again when the police arrived.
She'd been sick for days, not breathing right, her creamy skin replete with hives.
Mat stared into the streaming light.
Rayanne coughed. She was a pleasure model, built on weekly time.
Mat stared into the deep of night.
"Put the drone down, son, and step away! Read his rights!"
Mat stared into his former peaceful life.
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