"I cannot be go home, Nancy, please!" I know, I know, I'm sorry," Nancy said miserably. "But unless Professor Wainwright tells the board we did nothin... wrong, then we don't have a choice."Katya looked at Lucas desperately, her eyes full of tears. "What will you say, Professor? What will you tell board?" Well, that depends," Lucas said patiently. "Before I can compile a report, I'll need to have more information. Why don't you tell me exactly what happened on Saturday night?" You don't know. I glanced at the weapon before looking at auditor Smith, “Yes.”He nodded, “Would you make one?”I smiled and pulled Dragon onto my lap, “No.”He tilted his head, “Even if the emperor asked?”I grinned, “If he asked ... in person I would consider it.”He frowned and glanced around, “How many others know how to make one?”I thought about it, “Maybe three.”Smith sighed, “We need the names.”I touched my comm and input an address and a moment later a small holo appeared. I smiled slightly, “I am sorry to. “Hello,” he answered somewhat in a daze. “Hi, is this Paul?” “Yes.” “Paul it’s Walter from the meeting a few weeks ago. I don’t know if you remember me but you gave this number to call if I had any problems.” Paul remembered Walter just as he remembered many others who had been to meetings of the Broken Penis Support Group. Paul had come to the realization years ago that his penis was deformed and no good for sex, but he was able to deal with the painful reality by joining this twelve-step. I am the third generation of Brubaker men to run this store.” Looking at Tim, he said, “Now, we know this is your first visit here,” then, to Raymond, he continued, “but you, sir, look familiar to me. Oh, wait, six years ago ... single-breasted, classic-fit suit with a single-vented blazer and cuffed slacks. Am I correct?”Raymond stood with his mouth open for a moment. “Um, yes, absolutely right! I can’t believe you remember that! After all, it was six years ago,” Raymond answered, “and I.