"You got it for her that bad, huh?" He kept talking before Ben could protest. "What the hell brings you out my way? You and your boys don't come out t...is way very often." Maury leaned over the counter and looked outside. "Where is your gang, anyway? You on a honeymoon?" he asked the last bit with a smirk and a sparkle in his eyes.Ben suddenly wasn't in the mood for small talk. "They're all dead Maury, Torque too." It was easier to say this time. It had happened a few days ago, and the reality. So, Ronnie had a date ... a date for sex or a date with a joke. He would soon find out for himself.He was hoping, of course, in two things: that the promise of a blow job was correct and true and that the hours until eight o'clock would speed by. The former he would know before the day was over and the latter, well, like any eagerly-awaited event, the time dragged-by second-by-second, minute-by-minute.But, the hour did come and turning into Anna's front walk he saw that there was only one car. Consuelo looked at Bert as he swore, "There's a problem?" The Professor isn't on board," said Bert before looking upwards. "Is anyone else missing?" he asked."No other volunteer is missing," reported the AI, "but the Professor's concubine is absent."Bert slumped down on the nearest box and rubbed his temples, how had that happened? And more importantly what did he do about it?"Where is that dickhead shuttle?" he asked.The pilot replied to his question, "It's orbiting the base. My guess is that. She was so worn out from her big theatrical debut that she could barely keep her eyes open. Daddy had wrapped her in his raincoat because she had refused to wash following the juicy finale to her evening in the spotlight. He took the sleepy red head upstairs and set her astride Kim, who waited on all fours to convey her mistress to bed."Giddy up, liddle horsey," Becky commanded as she wearily slapped her "pony" on the flank."Yes, Miss Becky," Kim whinnied as she turned to look over her shoulder.