So I'm trying to keep myself in control.The shipment came today at the office. I got a number of curious glances, as I never get things delivered here... I didn't pay much attention. I had what I needed.If you didn't guess already, I got another Clone-a-Willie.My plan was rather simple. Make one of myself and switch it with the other one. I wasn't going to say a word. I figured that would be the end of it.Things are never as easy as they should be. Did you know you have to shave before using that. The Lucky Lady is perfect for your boat."I'm always amazed how they do that. Chuck looked at them with a raised eyebrow and said, "Wandering around in my head again, huh?"Missy blushed, but Mercy said, "Well, you're usually all closed up. You lock everyone out and we can't see you at all. When you're open, we run around in there like little kids getting away with something."Chuck said, "Careful in there, you may find things you don't want to know about."Missy said, "You have some dark doors. "That's a pretty nasty problem we've got brewing there," Steve said, "I'm going to buck it up to Tau for distribution to all of us, to see what kind of ideas we can come up with. The first thing we need to do is try to validate the assumptions behind the numbers; I have this gut feeling that the logic is just a bit too pat; I think there's at least one invalid assumption in there, and probably more than one, but I don't know if they reinforce or cancel out."Be that as it may, there's one. . jealous!” his accent was thick his English poor and he took a seat at her feet, running his hands over her legs grunting “sleep Demetri, no rats…!” she realised this man mountain was saying he would stay and keep off the rats, and managed to smile at him weakly. His hand slid under her knicker-leg and he slid a finger into her body, strangely it was reassuring and for the remaing part of the night that’s how they stayed, her dozing fitfully and he with a fat finger in her body, motionless,.