Good guy. You should get to know him..." Alexandra." Of course. Too many new people." I understand." Anyway, his girlfriend, Amanda is here, and she i... transformable." Great. Get her on the waiting list." Well... she's retarded." I think Andy told me. Down's Syndrome, right?" That's it," said the priestess."What's the problem?" We've never had a retarded goddess before. Is it a good idea? Someone of such limited mental ability, having all that power and sex drive?"Kay started to speak, then. But she was literally shitting in her pants."Joan..." Walt started to say, but I cut him off."Nobody asked you if you wanted to do it Joan. I'm telling you I want to watch the two of you do it. You are free to decline, but then I think you know what I'll do should you refuse me." I..." Joan stammered. "Oh, God, what have I got myself into?" Lay down on the bed, Joan. Walter has to lube you up."She lay face down on the bed without protest until Walt approached her and laid his left hand on her. " Her laugh tinkled like a silver bell. "Not related to The Nightingale, unfortunately." We shook hands and she accompanied me to the lift. "I hope to see you tomorrow, then, Mister Desmond." Des," I said as the lift arrived. She gave me a smile which brightened the corridor, and then swept away, not so much with a swish of starched knickers but with the sibilant whisper of silken lingerie.I took a taxi to the Navigator pub, and had finished a tasty plateful of fish, chips and mushy peas when. One other thing was the ladies actually got to witness a week later was what Dusty was really capable of...When they were more than half way there they decided to spend one last night at an Inn in the closest town before they started for the town with the job in it.That proved to be a choice that showed the women taking Dusty along wasn't such a bad idea.Dusty had gone out to use the outdoor privy and when he returned he found six men hanging around the women trying to get them to come up to.