.." pronouncing it 'Ar-boo-no' like the AIs had " ... to a fellow sailor I am 'Commodore', and to a commoner I am 'Sir'. Now, let's try that again."I ...tepped back and looked up. Sorry, it's already a habit. "AI?"Note that the AI got it right, both rank and pronunciation. "AI, have you and the people here settled on a common way to address you?" Thank you, Truman. Now, you just addressed me by my current rank and position, and you even pronounced my name correctly. May I ask how long you have. " You leave her out of this. Just because you don't have a hot 23-year old in your bed, don't get on her case." I'm just saying..." Look, she ain't the problem. She doesn't know about our business." Then it's somewhere else. It's got to be someone close." Carl hung up.Tara gave birth again. The woman at the adoption agency was obviously surprised to place a second child from Tara to an infertile couple in the very next month.As before, in three days Tara was pregnant again. Her Mom and Daddy. It was shaped like a "V" that rose vertically into the air, with the two armatures ending with ankle stirrups on top. The bottom of the "V" went to a gear box that had a large knob that adjusted the angle between the arms. A stainless steel surface extended out from the table where the patient's tush would be seated. The position assumed was hips forward, knees bent, and ankles in place. Once the helpless girl's ankles were secured, the knob could be turned to spread her legs to any desired. Money wasn’t going to be any sort of issue for us. My house wasn’t large, but it was nice and suited for a bachelor. If we needed more room? I let that query die, not elaborated upon. Even a much bigger house wouldn’t scratch my savings, let alone my salary I earned as the owner and top boss. I knew in my heart that Candice was no gold-digger, but on the other hand after her life of poverty I didn’t want to rub her nose, or any other cute part of her, into my apparent wealth. As I suspected,.