He got off and left and I made a mental note of his number, he was number eight, he felt good and I wanted to know who he was, my friend was counting ...nd keeping tabs on the guys as they took their turn.'Who was number eight', I demanded to know from her, she thought then made a counting gesture with her fingers and looked at my with a puzzled expression, 'You mean seventh', she replied and mentioned his name.In bed later that night I went back through the numbers, counting and recalling how. She matched the note, made an adjustment."Again," she said. I did. "Okay, let's see." She put her sheet music on the stand beside mine. "We'll do this passage. Can you start here at this measure?" You know, don't you, dear, that I've never really played with anyone else." So we'll learn together, huh. I'll count down. One – two – three, and you start, okay? And I'll be right there with you." Let's do it," I said. There was a flash in her eyes, then a smile, and she said "One..."And we made. I am sorry to have to resort to theimmobilizer spray but you have placed yourself in danger and mydirectives cannot allow that," the image said as it disappeared.Rodger was completely aware as his personal unit lifted him from thechair. He was incapable of resisting or giving verbal orders. Hispersonal service robot was a newer model resembling a very humanoidlooking nanny. It had salt and pepper hair done in a Gibson Girl style,crinkled smiling face and wearing a grey uniform with high lace. " And ye have some sort o' code against love?" Brona said, finishing herfood."Not at all. We do not engage in affairs, however. When we get togetherwith someone it must be borne out of love," Ardath said peering at thedwarf ranger out of the corner of her eye.Brona got to her feet and walked a bit closer to the seated knight. Asshe did, Ardath was suddenly aware of how nice the ranger's body was, fitand yet with nicely shaped hips and a well-formed chest. Her thick redbraids wobbled gently from.