He then turned to me and said, “Don’t let this ride go to waste, now, Mike.”“I’ll do my best to get Medway its first football title in six y...ars,” I replied as I waited for Officer Whitman to open the back door of his cruiser.When I started to wait on Tempe to get out of the cruiser, she yelled, “Go! Get your butt out on the field, Mike!”At the entrance to the stadium, a security guard tried to stop me and Mr. Williamson from entering. It took about thirty seconds for this sixty-five-year-old. Three Gnomes mounted on strangely eyeless lizards skittered from the mouth of the gorge. All three lizards were covered in mail and the Gnomes on their backs wore fine breastplates and carried massive battle-axes. Angry gray eyes peered at the party from beneath shiny helms crested with an odd, translucent hair.Donnar growled deep in his throat, though no expression showed on his stony face. "You would think Slamfists would know better," one of the mounted Gnomes spat."Who cares?" another said. Just like Theta. She had to put up with it every day just like you. But she could find ways to make herself useful in the community. So, given that you’re going to have sex whether you like it or not in the factories, why not sell it rather than give it away?” “You mean fucking prostitution, don’t you?” snapped Tracey. “I’m not a fucking tart. I’ve got my fucking principles. And my darling Buttercup’s not a fucking pro neither.” Buttercup looked up solemnly. “Zeta’s right. It’s an option. I’d. " I wonder ... You don't suppose Greg finally popped the question, do you?" Could be," my lady said as she pulled a nice dress over her head. "Let's go find out!"Greg insisted on driving and soon we were at the restaurant we'd pretty much reserved for special occasions."Okay, what's up, you two?" I asked after the maitre d' seated us."Beth, would you do me a great big favor?" Cindy asked, looking at my lady.Beth just shrugged. "Sure. What can I do?"Cindy obviously couldn't stand it any more..