“Forget the chat,” I said, “You’re going home with me!”Amy chuckled.“I’m serious,” I quickly shot back.“Let’s at least get it star...ed with a drink,” Amy replied, slipping on to the bat stool beside me. She brushed her long brown hair back over her soft shoulders and ordered up a Tequila Sunrise.“Make it two,” I told the bar tender.“You look good,” Amy remarked looking in my direction.“You too,” I replied.Our conversation quickly centered around her marriage and mine. She wanted to know why I. " In the threes," I agreed, nodding. "With help, she could approach five, but she'll always be below the cut." I had the AI display sub-scores for Elise again. "She'll never be a wonderful mama, but once balanced, she'll make a fine head bitch. Just select the other one for motherhood."Nick eyed me seriously. "This will fly?" It's not certain, but you'll have certain things going for you," I replied. "I assume that you know how..." Well, yeah..." No, I mean you can make a woman get off. Anybody. . well, me ‘n’ Deena – same dad, okay? But we won’t talk about that. Ever. And yes, almost seventeen years ago my mom was not the frumpy, frizzed visage she is today. I’ve seen pictures. I look somewhat like that although I didn’t apparently inherit her bustline.I’m back in the car when I get a call from Nina.“Dan did that to me early in our relationship,” she said. “His was strep throat. Scared me. Made me decide that HE was MY responsibility. We got married after he recovered.”“He did?”“Yep!. "They're all off-world. That's why they joined inthe first place, to get the fuck off this planet." Kimmie seemed unconvinced. "That lady was weird," she said. "You're just saying that because she was so tall and gorgeous," Jayme said.Kimmie wasn't even five feet tall. Kimmie stuck her tongue out. "I don't even know why you're thinking about this now," Kimmie told her friend. "Youcan't even sign up until you're eighteen." "Were you even listening during assembly? You can sign up at fourteen.