”“Take things slow? TAKE THINGS SLOW?” he practically yelled. “If we go any slower, then we’ll be moving backward. This isn’t the 1950’s...Faith. Most girls have already lost their V-card by Junior year. Or are you holding out for marriage?” he sneered.“No,” she said. “I’m waiting until I feel comfortable with doing ‘it’. And I’m not ‘most girls’.”“With the way you hold out, you’ll never be comfortable,” he said yanking his shirt back on.Tears started welling up in her eyes, and she looked away,. Surrounding him in the room were dozens of individuals;thugs, murderers, smugglers, junkies, hanger-ons...and not more than a fewslaves. While Zorban didn't discriminate between different species, allthe slaves were female; each of them were gorgeous I suppose, though Ican honestly say that I was only ever attracted to the humanoid ones. Theslave girls were tormented and teased as they danced for the crowd,flirted with the onlookers, fanned the corpulent form of their master, andtwo of them. I went over to the computer and IM-ed Tiffany. "Hi Tiffany." What's up doc?" Very funny." Sorry, I couldn't resist. Today has already started off bad." Ok. Just spare me the bad jokes. Is your translation program running?" Yes. But we don't need it to IM. Does your computer have a web cam?" Yes." I'm aboard the Flying Dutchman. We can switch to visual. And yes, the translator is working." Good. I've found our first research project. Remember our discussions on possible plant life that could. Just remember, that could just as easily have been you," David reminded them. "Now, I'll help, but the first thing you have to realize is how to minimize the risks. Clearly, leaving dead bodies on the street is a bad idea, but burning down the homes of anyone with a sick person inside is equally as bad. It'll make people hide when they're sick, and it'll prevent anyone from asking for help. That's a guarantee the disease will spread in secrecy." Who are you, and what makes you such an expert?".