"I need some water." Hey." Ronny was driving. Ronny with a 'y'. "You been asleep about a zillion miles."I looked around and it was dark, the sun had g...ne down. Not quite all the way, there was some red and yellow in the air, but it was grey mostly. I took the water bottle he gave me, the one he kept wedged between his seat and the car door. It was warm and flat tasting, but I didn't care. I poured some in my hand and wet my face. I felt dried up and brittle."Gas station coming," Ronny was. About the base of the large bloom, is a patch of smaller plants that spanned in a cluster to a distance of four feet away from the monumental blossom. These looked much like Hens and Chicks plants, except for a white spot in the center of each one and the fact that they were as large as heads of lettuce.Outside, the storm now rages, and the mighty winds cause the building to tremble. Who lived here? What were they doing with these magnificent and unusual plants? Janet returns to the side door. What would the media do without an ample supply of generously-endowed young women who were willing to take their clothes off at the slightest provocation? What would the advertising industry do without? What would the sex industry do without porn stars and strippers? Not to mention, of course, the oldest profession in the world: men who are brought up on a regular diet of pneumatically-enhanced beauties aren't going to be satisfied with a whore who would struggle to fill an A-cup?"The euphoric. ’ Did I just offer to… what the hell did I just agree to? The rapidly developing image in my mind was of a robot, lights flashing, head spinning, arms flailing uncontrollably, warning me in a helium induced, munchkin voice, ‘Danger, Layla Chapman, Danger, Danger, Danger’, I kept right on talking. ‘You hold an advantage that others don’t, you’re privy to my secret fantasy. Furthermore, you are, as you pointed out, an ‘older man’ who has a few fantasies of his own.’ The professor’s dedicated.