.. should wetrade the old Sandy in for the new one?"Mark played along. "I dunno, Benny ... the old one had bigger hair - butthis babe's got a better t...sh ..." AND legs ..." GUYS!" I interrupted, before they had a chance to mention my bust."People can hear you!" I was still giggling, so I hoped they got themessage."Sorry, new version of Sandy," Ben said, almost apologetically. "Promiseyou won't call the bouncer if we're nice from now on?"Now I was laughing hard enough that I thought my mascara. Nevertheless, my immediate trouble was the rats whipping their guns about in our maintenance tunnel maze. The raiders could come out anywhere in the ship by using the tunnels, and I wasn't going to tolerate that variable. The rest of the raiders were moving to predictable targets where we had some defensive team members.Nehring wouldn't let me go into the pirate shuttle's airlock. I didn't argue the point; it was best if he thought I was reasonable for the moment when I didn't want to be. He. That was the one thing that could have taken us through the very stratosphere of emotional and sexual fulfillment, but she had held back. Why? What did it mean?I pondered this as we came back down to earth, floating weightlessly back into the here and now. Our panting had slowed to deep sighing, and our trembling had stilled to occasional shudders. We didn't speak for a long time, and I began to wonder what she was thinking. Finally I heard her voice beneath me."That was hands down, miles above. He bought a bus ticket to Lloydminster and told Stern he was going to work on a gas rig."How was he going to get a job on a rig with his head painted orange?" asked Bradley.Stern laughed and shrugged. He had a way of laughing that suggested sarcasm rather than genuine merriment.After hearing Bradley's brief explanation about his unemployment, Perry offered him the use of his printer if he needed to copy any resumes. He warned, though, that there probably weren't as many jobs, in Saskatoon,.