The wine had loosened his tongue just a bit. Besides, it wasn't like it was a real date, he thought. They talked about school, friends, music, movies;...all the things that a boy and girl would talk about on a date. Occasionally, Sue would point out things about how he should act on a date. Like waiting until his date had taken her seat before he sat down or opening the restaurant door for her. She tried not to be too critical. Not surprisingly though, Tommy didn't need much coaching. He was a. Corey. Wake up. C'mon, wake up."Corey reluctantly surfaced from a pleasant dream that he couldn't quite remember and opened his eyes to view the gaunt face of Steve. The churning, foaming fluid under his cap was now a strange, orangish color shot through with strange fibers."What is it?" Corey asked, struggling to sit up."Lunch," Steve said. "Look."The screens were once again lit up with the image of the woman from the last few days. Her appearances were their method of telling time now. The. Just before I left for work the following morning Susan said "You willfind you want to instinctively cover your pride or rather that part ofyour body where you would normally be displaying your masculinity. Youwill find yourself doing it as if you were a girl wearing a miniskirttrying to ensure the man sitting opposite you did not see your panties. You will do this to hide that you have been "tucked" my little sweettranny but that's going to be good training for you for when-" What do you mean. A large balding police officer, with a thick mustache was standing in front of the Y entrance. The words "Officer Richard Parga," was across the bottom of the screen.The policeman talked in a slow Texas drawl. "We have searched the premises thoroughly. And I can say categorically, that nothing wrong is going on in there.John, the reporter's, off-screen voice asked, "Where is your partner?"Richard flushed slightly. "Sonja? She's still inside, interviewing some of the people inside."They cut back.