She’d started, as all such females did, hand-washing soiled men’s undergarments, pre-soaking the yellow and brown stains on the boxkers and jockey..., and the sweat stains on undershirts, in her mouth. After several years of this, she was promoted to was promoted to laundering slacks and shirts, and then finally to folding. She’d just recently graduated to pressing, and now toiled over a hot iron for her entire work day.She was proud of her abilties, perfectly ironing as many as a dozen men’s. Around 1:00 I meandered to the Food Court to wait for the girls. I stopped at the drug store on the way to pick up a couple of things I needed for what I had in mind for later. The girls finally showed up around 1:40 carrying a Victoria's Secret bag. They seemed in a better mood having been off by themselves shopping."So," I said, "Are you guys hungry? I could go for something to eat before we drive home."They both said "yeah" and we bought burgers, fries and sodas. I told them not to show me. Would you really let Brad and I get married so young?”A moment passed. “When I get my five cows and five goats,” he chuckled.“Seriously Dad!” Another moment passed.“To get married right now, even if it was legal, I’d have to say, no. At fifteen you are absolutely way too young, no matter what culture you live in.”“But what about a year from this summer we’ll both be seventeen, almost eighteen?” She asked.“I’m fifty-fifty on that right now but you both have to prove to me that you’d be able to. " Hmm. A little slower than our last observation." She looked at him closely and smiled. "I must say, I'm very pleased how completely you've come over to my position that this creature exists."Basel smiled back. "I haven't shown you the last data point." He typed on the controls and zoomed out of the view. The display drew a line across the map, showing the extension of the two data points pointing to a third point in the center of the map.Eliana sucked in a sharp intake of breath. "The Holy!.