"No, nothing." I've got something better, Io," I said. "Martinez just found the make and model of the car. A light gray or white Chevy convertible ......By the way, did you hear anything of what he just said?" No, nothing."That was a strange coincidence. They'd said exactly the same thing."I figured the communications he had with you was somehow connected to the H2," I explained my theory."That seems likely, although I am puzzled about the mechanism. Incidentally, I am talking also with Artemis. They don't require shelter or stacking. The farmer puts a synthetic stocking over the things and leaves them in the field like a windrow. A stab attachment in the place of a hydraulic front bucket lets the farmer move them around on demand. A little work with a corn knife and it's an instant feeding station. Hmm. Wells, windmills, stock tanks and water heaters would have to be in place before the first steer was bought. It certainly was an idea of how to make the place self-sufficient,. They were eating it up.First, he got them warmed up by telling 'em that marketing figured the story should box office at 200 million plus. Where the fuck those guys get that shit, I'll never know.The babes believed every fucking thing RP said. He got their attention real good and more than ever they wanted to get that fucking Mother T role.The real ass kicker was when he told them that he didn't give a shit about the money. No, no. This was the film he had waited all his life to do, and he was. “Off with your clothes girls.”, I never liked the way whores dress in this city, makes them look dirty and unkempt. But then again, they won’t be spending that much time dressed.I’m glad the girls know this much English. They obey and get undressed, they’re so cute. Both of them are petite, I’d better not ask their age just to be on the safe side. One is a dirty blonde with brown eyes and a cute smile, the other is a brunette with a little more meat on her bones and a natural shyness about her..