In fact, he rarely had trouble finding anyone in Supersex's extensive database. The only people specifically not in this database ... were US presidents and their spouses, religious leaders and people over 65 or under 16. Even with these prohibitions, it was fairly easy to find black market versions of anybody. He wasn't above the appeal of forbidden fruit; he'd already slept with three First Ladies. Dozens. Today seemed unusual to her. Not like that time a couple of months ago with the Americans; that had been amusing. People seemed sadder today. The waiter who’d refilled her glass had asked if she was all right. She sipped and didn’t understand why she wouldn’t be and dismissed the youngster with a wave of her hand. A few minutes later, she recalled that he’d been wearing a black armband, but hadn’t connected it to anything. Once she’d noticed many other people passing her by wearing them, she’d. Like a little child, I resumed to my seat with my head down.“You don’t have to say, I already know.” She said in a matter of fact way. Now I was the one who looked dumbfounded.“You do?” I asked like a blithering idiot.“This isn’t rocket science.” She stated. I kept staring at her in an unblinking way but she was taciturn. After I downed another Cosmo, my head was reeling. Paige grabbed my keys and drove me home. Doug was no where to be found. A note on the kitchen table informed me he had gone. "Not gettin' any smaller, though." Changing the subject, she asked, "Can I see him?"The Major would no doubt have been scandalized; I had the AI put him up naked and erect. "How come he isn't, like, twenty or something?" Myra asked."He's a military man -- has been all his adult life -- and he's in a position of authority," I told her, paraphrasing what he'd once told me. "The insides are younger than the exterior, but he looks older and wiser and that's a comfort to some people and helps him.