I was going to pay it off another way." Like what, giving me your junker? I can build better cars in the shop." No. No. Um. Tom. Look. This is h...rd to explain- I can set you upwith someone."The silence had become something alive, writhing in Alan's gut like eelsor butterflies or-"Yeah, look, the stuff with Katey's put me off the dating game for a fewyears. I need to focus on my job."Goddamn, he was obtuse. Alan sighed. "You want to pay off the debt?You can pay me off another way. . " The bartender returned with two trays of food and drinks. Zack attempted to carry them both but was having trouble picking them up. "Let me help you with those, Zack," Susan said as she touched his arm and stood up. "Gee, thanks, Susan." They walked towards his friends. I loved watching Susan walk in heels. It made her sexy legs look even longer and more toned. Not to mention how it propped up her tight little ass. Zack's friends were standing when they arrived at the table. Susan introduced. How did you manage that, Jo?" When I found myself stranded here, I started following the exploits of this Earth's Wonder Man obsessively. I knew he wasn't you, but I could pretend he might have been. Imagine my astonishment when, after he exploded, he eventually managed to pull himself back together. If he could do it, why hadn't you? This world has several ionic beings and I pulled down all the data on them I could find and followed all the theoretical literature on the subject and on multiple. All of these loyal people, we are also a network of highly skilled spies. The 'soldier' who found Saddam? That was my good friend Sandman, our Iraqi agent. Spies, and also assassin's. Elvis? Us. Nixon? Greasemonkey's work. You've never heard of Wolves' Pact, and you probably never will. We prefer anonymity.But enough. It was a slight lie when I said I never worked a day in my life, but I really love my job. I make more in a week that some make in a year. I am six foot four, two.