I must have caught their attention because they came over to talk to me. We hit it off, laughing, and enjoying the show in the main room. When she lea...ed over, her lips and breath tickling my ear, to ask if I wanted to play with them upstairs, I jumped at the chance. I was already keyed up and turned on, and I desperately wanted to be part of their connection, even if just for a night. We went upstairs to a semi-private room. The bed, in the center of the room, was enormous. I could see. It looked like touching the booth door wrong could easily give you tetanus, which is probably why there was a handle glued onto the door, recycled from what Roy assumed was the handset of the phone."Well, Sam, if you're planning on getting into junk art I think it's a good start." Aha," replied Sam, "it's not the aesthetics that are the wonder of this device. This, my friend, is the Retroactive Timeline Manipulation Device! With this magnificent creation, I can easily control the fabric of time. The bar was busy with guys as ever but nothing seemed to stand out this evening. I drank for a while then i got a pat on the shoulder, i lowered my drink and turned to see the most beautiful lady id ever seen. (or least i thought see was a lady)She asked me if i was alone, to witch i replied yes. after a few drinks we were getting along great she said, 'shall we ditch this joint and head for mine' Winking at me. I thought id hit the jackpot. The taxi ride was long she had a house miles away. "The puzzled look on the ladies faces demonstrated that the magic translator had its limitations, but Steve shook it off and said, "Never mind; suffice it to say we may be able to find a solution."The continued to chat for several more minutes, mostly about trivialities. When Conseula started nudging Theresa's ear with her nose, Steve rose and said, "I think your little flower is getting restless. Maybe you should take her back to your room and see if she needs some attention?"Theresa laughed..