We cuddled and looked for the stab of headlamps that would signify the arrival of the car.I said something about having a quickie in the hayrick while...we waited, Carol laughed, a tinkling trill that really meant, nice idea buster, but it isn’t going to happen. We decided to walk down to the gate to the lane where the cab would come from. The gate stood agape and had someone leaning over the top bar. It was too dark to really see who until we were within touching distance.The woman was obviously. Bliss, no tarting up, or would there be, and as she thought that, so she felt that little tingling sensation deep within herself. Gin and tonic had been poured for her, would she prefer something else, no, this was heaven. He showed her the pool, and they walked the grounds. He was the prefect gentleman. Dinner was at eight, please dress.Sukky dressed in a vintage fifties evening dress, complete with gloves, and felt like a movie star, no a real movie star, not a porn star. After dinner, he saw. We were hosting a silent art auction to fund a center for the preforming arts in downtown Minneapolis.The heist was a professional one that had successfully bypassed our numerous security measures that were in place to protect our asset. Judging by the scope of the theft, I harbored little faith that the Cobra would be found at all let alone in its pristine condition while it was in my possession. I hired a professional security company to look into the theft of the sports car, hoping to gather. Ms Soon, the Korean person who was the point of contact between 3408 and the rest of the world, wanted to know if anything was wrong. She video comm’d to 3408.“No,” she was told by the person assigned to the radio that day, one Rafe Allerington, “We’re just very close to the end.”“Ahh,” said Ms Soon. “Don’t work too hard. We don’t want to have anybody burn out.”“Right-o,” said Rafe. “Gotta run. I’ve got a regenerator to rebuild. It burned out last night.” And he clicked off the radio.Two weeks.