He snarled at her in fake anger. “Could we ask for more than one thing, assuming this works of course.” Which is would not, of course.“It says...we could but not to go for too many things. Keep the ones you want firm in your mind all the time so you can enforce the demands on the demon.” Naomi nodded, of course this was all fantasy. No demon was going to turn up. But hell, what girl would not want multiple orgasms every time. And, being able to pull any guy she wanted might come in useful. Knock yourselves out."They rushed out of the room, and I got back to work. I rued the day I'd ever signed up for teaching these stupid summer courses. Only two more weeks, and they'd be over. I'd only be teaching one day a week during the fall term, and I'd probably just quit altogether after that. The girls burst into another fit of loud laughter, then obviously tried to shush themselves, but wound up laughing even louder. I sighed and tried to concentrate. I was trying to make some sort of. We did hear that the marines hate the alcohol that comes from the replicators, but had no idea how to deal with that when we were obtaining seeds. We did hear that you can ferment just about any fruit juice if you have the right enzymes. If things work out we'll have the fruit in a couple of years. Meiling thinks the island we live on will have no problem growing pomegranate, apricot and peach. She worries that it won't get cold enough for cherries. Still Katya is already researching what. The eighth elevator had no call button. Instead, all it had was a place where a key could be inserted. Obviously, this had to be the elevator leading to the penthouse. Okay, where could I get a key?The obvious answer was that I could not "get" a key. With no one in the penthouse, all of the usual scams about somebody in the penthouse having elevator trouble wouldn't work and neither would the delivery gambit. It looked like all I could do was to make a key. Actually, that was not all that.