" he said, pushing a button."Yes, Mr. President." a voice answered."Please, continue, Dr. Rowe." he said.Susan took out the larger cube and placed it ...pon the desk. Then took the headband and handed it to him."What do I do with this?" he asked."It goes on your head, Mr. President. But first I would like you to carefully note the time. Your Secret Service agent can watch us that we do not fool with it." Susan said.The president noted his clock."Do I have to wear this? What does it do, Dr. Rowe?". Lowell,’ Sam answered. ‘Well that makes me, let’s see…Damn I’m 91 years old,’ Clint said in a surprised voice. ‘Never thought I’d live this long.’ He paused for a bit, chuckled and added, ‘At times I didn’t think I’d make it to 30.’ ‘Mr. Lowell where were you born? The records from back then are a little sketchy.’ ‘Sam, puttin a shirt and tie on a cow pony don’t make him a Mister. Clint will do just fine. I was born on a hard scrapple little ranch just outside of Pleasant Valley, Arizona, I. By mom I mean that he took me to the mall and spent all day shopping for clothes with me and doing other things that a young girl would typically do with her mom. By mother I mean that he taught me right from wrong like a father, but he also helped me when I started getting my period and things like that that a mother would normally do for her daughter. My dad was everything to me. It came at great sacrifice for himself though. He could have had a high profile high paying job…he’s that smart,. ." Shhhh." Diane put her finger to my lips. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Just come over here to the sofa and relax."I did as she asked, with the tears still flowing down my cheeks. For the longest time, neither of us said a word. Diane wrapped her arms around me, and we locked each other in a loving embrace. Part of me loved it, but another part thought of this as some sort of torture, feeling that nothing could happen between Diane and I and that this goddess of a woman was.