He said it was the best knife we’d ever owned.”“Okay.”“I thought it would be fun to put it back and see what happens.”“You’re kidding....��She stood up.“No I’m not. Why would I kid you about something like that? Just think about it. It will drive him crazy! It will be so much fun!”“You think the strangest things are fun,” I said, thinking idly about how much fun it might be to uncover those breasts and see how much they had changed, over the years.“Help me find it,” she ordered. She’d always. He clarified a lot of things." So?" Cassie's aggression continued."What's up with you, Cassie?" retorted Cheryl. "Why so nowty?" I don't particularly want to hear of him worming his way into your friendship, that's all." Well, if you're going to be so bitchy, I'm going home." OK, OK!" sighed Cassie with exaggerated patience. "How did it go?" Very well." Cheryl stopped and drank some coffee."That it?" asked a now inquisitive Cassie."Depends on whether you want to hear some home truths." I don't. “Humans. Who killed other humans.”His wife drew back, her antennas rubbing together, a chittering sound emerging from her throat. “Why? Was it a mistake? Did they-”“No,” he said. “Their names were Charles and Fredrick Koch. They had a great deal of power because they controlled access to a resource called oil. You know how ... when ... biological life dies and is compressed by heat and pressure under the ground and becomes coal and oil and such?”“Oh, yes, I regularly harvest it,” his spouse. " Oh, I think you may be surprised," she said, as she dropped the pantieson the floor and went to the other nightstand. "I bet that tonight,after you've spent all night getting your place back in order, you'lllook back on this little episode and find you have the irresistible urgeto masturbate. I just bet."Kathryn pulled out my other nightstand drawer and tipped it's contentson the floor."Ooh!" she said. "Lubricant, anal probe. You like anal play?" No... uh... it's for prostate health." Hah!.