She adjusted her stylish nerdy glasses. She shifted her weight from foot to foot.“So this is the room?” she asked rhetorically.I nodded. It was a...nice hotel and we had a room on a high floor. “We’ll probably be able to see the fireworks downtown,” I said. “Even if we can’t hear them.”I took her hand and guided her to the small sitting area and the large window looking south.“What’s in here?” she asked playfully.She walked to the open bedroom door. I followed her. She stopped at the foot of. "But haven't you tried reproducing this thing?" I asked, "You know, retro-engineering it or something. Taken it apart to see what makes it tick."Dako San sighed. "Oh, don't think we haven't tried," he said, "But Kira told us that the machine only responds to her and no one else. Watch," he said as he stepped towards the ship and reached forward with his right hand to touch it. Suddenly, an opaque cross-hatched electrical field of some sort encircled the time machine preventing him from getting. He just wanted to know everything I knew.” Betsy offered her some more tea as the two sat in Betsy’s room. Meanwhile, Summer listened to what Betsy had to say. “His visits came more frequently. For whatever reason, and seeing as I wasn’t married any longer, he came around all the time. My husband left me for a younger. That, excuse my French dear, asshole,” she added. Anyway, your father would come over and we would talk. However, all of a sudden something occurred that was odd. Something. “Relax, babe. You need it.”She was startled at the effort but soon agreed it would be just the thing, moaning that she didn’t have clean clothes. I just grinned and told her we’d find something for her to get comfortable in. I closed the door and was soon rewarded with the sound of her singing along to the music.Her assistant manager was a good chef in her own right, and I had bribed her into getting Sandy’s sizes and doing a little shopping. A trip to Victoria’s Secret netted a couple of.