”“You’ll need a sexretary,” Lenore said.I paused trying to figure out what she had said. I had not recognized the word she used. “A what?”...��You don’t know the term?” Lenore asked. “She’s the dumb looking, slut outfit wearing woman who sits at a desk near the executive. Officially she’s there to type letters and take dictation, but everyone knows her job is to bend over the desk and offer the master relief whenever he wants it.”“Now where would I find one?” I asked as I left the bedroom and. And we were O.K.We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms ... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!We fell out of. "Greg Bartels. No hard feelings, I doubt you'd remember me: you were a senior when I was a freshman. I remember you, though..."That led them into a short chat about the old days, pleasant reminiscence over old parties, hometown events and friends. Greg couldn't begin to fathom why she seemed so sad about it, and because of that, he'd noticed something else about her. She seemed so ... tired. None of the old sparkle in those pretty light green eyes of hers, worn out. He would bet her future. I think the rail guns did something to the T'Lari fold generators. Because, as the ship started to disintegrate, it formed a huge gate that sucked the Washington into it. With the energy from the antimatter warheads and the large generators on the enemy battleship, the ship was thrown back in time, to the year 800 AD."I came out of hyperspace between Mars and Terra. I was on a direct heading towards Terra. The repair spiderbots got the forward thrusters firing at seven million miles from Terra,.