"Yes, I want you to stay." I said, hoping to placate him. He laughed out loud in relief. "So you're letting me stay then? You don't want me to pay?... No, I mean, you don't want me to pay." He stated, putting emphasis on the 'don't'. "You can stay. I don't want you to pay." What was coming over me? Suddenly I was almost afraid of Steve. Afraid of his anger. Afraid of doing anything to upset him. He laughed again, a long, simple laugh, almost sighing. "It really worked." He said, mostly. Inside the office, Sam Johnson was intently studying a large map that was spread out on a drafting table. "Come here, and see what this looks like to you."The map was a photomosaic of the surrounding area, a rectangle covering some thirty by fifty miles. He bent to study an overlay of colored lines that made a regular pattern across its surface."Is this from the series of magnetometer flights you had me make last week?" Yes, these are lines of magnetic field intensity. This really big jog,. ” “Actually I’ve never…” I cleared my throat before mumbling, “I’ve never done it.” “You’ve never…?” she asked as if she hadn’t fully heard what I said. “Oh, you have never!” she repeated, this time not a question, holding her hand in front of her mouth to cover up a broad smile. “No,” I said softly looking at the ground, still unable to look such a beautiful girl in the eyes. “Aw, sweetie, that makes me feel so special.” She took my chin in her soft, smooth hand and turned my head towards her.. Rose looked at my wife and suddenly she put her hand on my wife’s arm and stroke up and down telling her how nice it was the she was there. My wife smiled and leaned against Rose and touched her hand softly. It looked as she really didn’t mind the attention Rose gave her. Perhaps Rose was right after all. Rose then told my wife how nice her clothes were and asked if she could touch her top to feel the fabric. Before my wife had answered she had put her hand on my wife’s top slowly massaging her.