And for the 18-and-over division, it just wasn't all that successful anyway. None of those women had ever finished higher than fourth place at the Nat...onal Show.So Robin decided she wanted to go for what she called the "garden fantasy." Pretty standard stuff — older woman gardening outside the house, lawn boy puttering around with the weedeater or the lawnmower or whatever. But no one had done it last year, or the year before as far as I could tell, and Robin figured it might be a good way to. This brunette was all of that and more. My table was ready so I went in to eat dinner. I sat in the restaurant and actually switched chairs so I could keep an eye on the bar. I figured I would be stroking in my room later thinking about the brunette in the red dress. I watched for her but she never came into my line of sight again. I sat there fantasizing about all sorts of delicious moments. After my meal I decided to pass through the bar on my way to my room to see if the couple was still. "That seems an irrelevant fact for my task, which I think I understandnow."My mission is to infiltrate Kurtz's group, as a spy? Investigate forthe involvement of the Kur?"The electronic translator used by the Priest King does not conveyemotion, but I nearly sense entertainment at my ignorance."Not exactly," is the answer."We've tried this approach several times. They are always able toquickly detect our agents, and Kurtz's men defend him loyally."He pauses, and in the same emotionless tone. "How do you mean?" asked Helen, thoroughly lost."He has, as I'm sure you know, a long thin prick," explained Frank, "and he likes to put it right down your throat. If that makes you gag and choke, he'll be angry. If you bite his prick, even accidentally, he'll go completely berserk." How do I take it down my throat?" asked Helen, with some distaste, but determined not to be punished any more than necessary."Paula can explain," answered Frank, "Now concentrate on me. Pull the foreskin back and.