“Ignore the prisoner, he is of no consequence,” Korbaz snapped with a wave of her hand. “He does not speak the mother tongue.”“Some hours ag..., we lost contact with the Tornado,” he said, glancing at the alien again. “The carrier did not report in at the scheduled time.”“Why was I not informed?” Korbaz interrupted, narrowing her eyes at him. He stood up straighter, averting his gaze to the far wall.“We assumed that either their comms equipment was malfunctioning, or their signal was being. My ride is waiting, so...”“Hang on: ‘We will be in touch?’ Could you be a tad more specific?”“I expect you’ll get a note delivered to your room, or we’ll send a text message.”“And how will I know it’s from you?”“Why, do you think you’re compromised?”“No! But ... Shouldn’t there be a code word or something?”“Okay. If you like. I’ll tell them to add a code word.”“Which iiiiis?”“Oh, you’ll know it. Now, must dash! Oh, one more thing: it’s Ramadan. Nearly over, thank God, but restaurants are closed. Jerks! Can't write a grocery list and suddenly they'recritics. Those that can't do are always the greatest experts! C'montough guys, take a trip in the writers-pit and just try and write a realstory then have the balls to put a name on it and actually post it.Ain't so easy is it.Oh, did I mention that in real life I have a literary agent? Hummm? Andthat I'm published hummm? And that I have been a working novelist andprofessional screenwriter who's been read by every major in. While he played with the brake, clutch and gas pedals to keep from sliding back down, I bent over, unzipped his pants and pulled out Sir Lancelot. When the light changed, he shifted gears. I shifted Sir Lancelot into high gear as we sped to the freeway on-ramp at the end of Broadway. On the freeway home, I gently stroked and kissed my knight to keep its attention until we parked in his carport stall.Wet, I jumped out of the car and ran to the apartment. He jumped out chasing me but struggled to.