* * *Dennis leaned on the doorbell again."I don?t think they?re home, Dennis." When are they going to be home!?" Dennis said, impatient."I didn?t thin... old people liked going out," Joey knew that the Wilsons didn?t go to work like the other grownups."Mr. Wilson said it?s always good to get away. Without me, he wouldn?t do nearly as much as he does." Yeah! Mrs. Wilson said you are good for Mr. Wilson." She says good ol? Mr. Wilson always gets exercise when I?m around." The word is 'exercis-ed'!". Wick in particular had fun visiting with the children. Biter was happy to babble on about whatever struck him, spending long minutes describing in detail his stalking and capturing a butterfly."Did you take it to your Momma for a present?" Wick asked."No sir." Biter answered. "Momma says butterflies are pretty, but that free butterflies are beautiful, so I always let them go again."Ketch, I was surprised to discover during his conversation with Wick, loved to bake bread."We used to have a great. " I see," I said. "So, we have to sow these things is hostile space just to give the Navy fat arses time to build the fleet." That's right," he said with a big smile."So, how many of these torpedoes have you got?" I asked."Nearly 5000," he said. "I'm fully loaded with them." Fucking 'ell," I whistled. "So, you sow them and I'm to ride shotgun." That's about the size of it," he said. "We start off here."He pointed on his star chart."And move in towards their home system," he said moving his. By Thursday, I was so keyed up I could hardly think. I still hadn’t seen Summers and was beginning to think the guy was a figment of my imagination. Our matches were at the same time on Thursday afternoon, so after I finished dispatching my first opponent I rushed to his court. His game was already over and the result was posted. I’d allowed my opponent to score. Not so, Brian. I looked around, but the dude was gone.I headed in for a shower, but took a detour and put in a couple miles on a.