Two men unloaded a large crate and with a dolly, wheeled it into the garage. Henry thanked the men, even tipped them $20 each.After they left, he clos...d the garage door and started to open the crate which was standing upright. Styrofoam popcorn spilled all over the floor, reveling the doll that he ordered, dressed in sexy bridal lingerie, with a veil covering her face.Clearing the crate of all the Styrofoam popcorn, Henry unmounted the doll from the brackets and carried her to the bedroom. He. ”“You’ll have to show me an orbital model of what that looks like some time Xhe, it’s hard to picture.”“We are used to it. For us this is normal.”They walked along a dirt path towards the center of the village as Dennis digested this new information. Perhaps the chaos of the environment that the Borealans lived in contributed to their desire to form strict social hierarchies. After all, prolonged arguments and bickering pretty much anywhere on the planet might result in you dying of exposure in. .. okay?" she asked."... And private... ?" he added."Real private!" Dottie affirmed.With a worried look at the fuel gauge, he made a quick estimate of the distance and a mental calculation of the money he possessed. He couldn't do it, he decided, but he could find that privacy. It was not very far away. He laid it on the line to her, honestly, "I don't have enough gas... or money, Dottie... but I know a place where we can park... and have all the privacy we want..."She snuggled her face into. Now Dennis, if I may ask, how old are you?’ ‘I just turned 31 last December.’ ‘Okay,’ she noted, continuing to scribble in her pad. My goodness, what awful handwriting doctors have, she thought as a mental aside. I just wrote this, and I can hardly even read it myself. ‘And…what’s your diet like?’ He shrugged again. ‘Uh…pretty normal, I guess. Nothing too out of the ordinary.’ ‘Mm-hm,’ said Angie, ‘Do you consume a lot of caffeine?’ ‘Not anymore,’ he answered honestly. ‘I started to cut down on.