She never wobbled once, putting one foot confidently in front of the other, keeping her head up and her back straight. Oh lordy, she looked absolutely...stunning in that tube dress and I couldn't wait to find out what, if anything, she was wearing underneath. As she walked the hem rode up, and the top edged down as she didn't have much to keep it up. But each time she reappeared, she'd adjusted it and smoothed it down to perfection."Well done, that was beautiful to watch," I congratulated. This computer will constantly scan the apparel of anyone within 100 feet of you and, when it spots someone wearing one of Ricky's TV Fashions, will discretely whisper in your ear the information coded into the dress pattern. Rest assured the thing will only talk to you and not accept voice commands. We are conspicuous enough as is without having someone walking down the street whispering in their own ear to attract attention. With my line of clothing and accessories you can make a political. We would also provide a certain number of troops as protection for this group. Of course they will be here to help protect the readers, but that is an unsaid understanding; the Kushitic can't publicly admit they don't have the resources to do it on their own."It turns out there was never really a possibility for us to take one of the readers with us; they're solidly attached to the floor of the reader room and can't be removed." So what was everybody getting angry about?" Nil frowned."It's just. Burrowing into the warmth of my blankets, I tried to fit them together, but all too soon they faded away completely. A look at the clock showed me it was time to go about my day. With the smell of peach pie drifting throughout the house, I thought of the cowboy again. Would he really be back tonight, or was he just passing through? Out here strangers were noticed right away, yet no one had said anything. Where did he stay at night? All these questions, and more, waited for answers. Boxing up.