"Heck, I'm not kinky enough to know what a lot of this stuff is, so no worries there. The clerk had to tell me what a 'posing pouch' was. I guess 'thong with a fancy sock for your business' is too long to fit on the label." He smiled, feeling on top of the world at how well this day was turning out.<br/><br/>"And yes, I know it's crazy, but a real date. Who knows, if things work out, we'd have the absolute best story about how we met each other. If 'We ran into each other at a sex shop while hiding from a Professor' isn't a conversation starter, nothing is." Michael tried his best not to picture Maren in some of the lingerie he could see around the store, and was failing miserably. He'd only had a fleeting feel of her thigh, but that instant burned in his imagination, taunting him with possibilities about what might be under that lab coat. If he had a kink, it was lingerie. Blame Victoria, because her secrets had shaped Michael's budding sexuality as a teenager with a handful of catalogs.<br/><br/>Michael stepped into the queue waiting for the counter and turned to her, "Henderson, room 403 is my lab if you'd like to meet me there. I imagine you were going home after class, so if you just want to meet me there when you're ready, that'd be fine. I don't think it'll be too hard to rig the doll. I'm already using a CO2 system for my robot, so I've got the tech ready. I just need to modify it and avoid causing Spunky to explode." He pointed to the title on the box, "Umm... that's her name. I didn't think that up on my own."