"You're ... heading down the wrong path in life, Pat. Rock and roll is evil music, God-less music. Come with me. Let me show you the way. Let's have a...bite to eat, and I'll tell you about the kind of life God wants us to live." Incredibly, as she uttered those pious words, her eyes shone as if she wanted to devour me.Rather than point out the flagrant hypocrisy in her mindset, I chose to simply not engage her. "I'm in a hurry, Kathleen," I repeated. Then, I turned around and high-tailed it out. "I am not sure I know how to fix that. I have not had any babies so my experience is lacking." She grinned. "I guess we could look it up on the Internet or something." We need more than that." I said. "They could look up the same stuff. Just reading something is rarely the same as actually doing something. This isn't learning to bake bread from the internet." We need someone older that has at least a suggestion of experience or knowledge. The closest person I know of would be Mrs. Owens, but. "If you feel like you want to, you must ask me. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," she replied. His fingers touched her legs and lightly skimmed up the side of her calf. The fingers slowly roamed up one leg, across her abdomen and down the other. Then back up again, across her stomach, down and back up one arm ... and finally she could no longer perceive it as a trail and was merely aware of one erogenous zone after another reacting to his touch. Heavier ... softer ... her neck ... her ears .... " I propose to license the technology to you, Mr. Bainbridge," Hastings looked slowly around at the shocked expressions on faces that tried to remain impassive. "Each of you will get the opportunity to manufacture portions of the fusion plant technology that are currently proprietary to Hastings Entreprises." Why would you do that, Mr. Hastings?" This from another American - a slimmer, more dangerous looking man. "Why would you just give us your bread and butter?" There are a number of reasons,.