I certainly don't mind it," Becky responded."Just your own?" I asked."I don't know yet, sir," she replied. "I haven't tried anyone else's, have I?"Whe... I was clean, and I had snuggled with her a little more, I sent her off to work.It was a fairly normal day at work, except for the anticipation of tonight. It would be, for the most part, Becky's show. She had asked me to act as if it was a normal night for us, and I was willing to comply.When I got home, Becky met me at the door with a big hug. Water was in plentiful supply. Refreshed often with downpours of rain, which could, sometimes, replicate the cleaner showers they were used to on board ship, only colder. They had no competition that they were aware of. A humanoid species with pronounced foreheads, squat bodies and powerful limbs existed deep in the forests, but up to now, had not been a problem. The occasional attempts to communicate with them had not gone well, the humanoid species ran away before simple greeting rituals had. Sonja had indicated that the road was under construction to Lubbock so I took her seriously and made sure my water was filled and the music was good.I had switched to Sirius and was listening to a 70's station that played good music without living at a disco.I was just pulling into Lubbock when I switched the Sirius to a local station to see what was going on in town. I did want to see if there was a Buddy Holly museum. I saw a couple of signs and followed them to an old house that was. "Don't you call me Dad you son of a bitch, this is between me and Tim,he obviously needs spiritual guidance and I will see that he gets it."Granddad continued to pull me away towards his car. I was terrified andhe was hurting me."Papa, you're hurting me," I cried. "Please let me go." I then sawthat grandma was already on the phone and just hung up. I continued tostruggle against him."Get in the car now unclean one, do not struggle, I'll hurt you more,"he screamed and tried to pick me up,.