“Can you read that?”Plemo squinted his eyes. “Only partially. I don’t know all Yokuta glyphs. It says something about Train, Wares, Connection... and if I read that right it says something about shop or shops below.”“I bet that is what Ninio deciphered too, and that is where they went, unless they went the other direction from the lobby.”“No I am sure they came this way. Besides the other corridor leads to the boarding gates and the landing field.” He then went straight for the door.“Slow down. What is it?" she asked, uncertainly. "Okay here goes... When I considered you for this position, I did a little checking on you. I wanted to know more about you than just what your personnel file showed. I wanted to know about Betty Andrews the person, not just the employee. I found out that you were quiet, and kept to yourself, mostly. But I also learned that most people consider you caring and conscientious, and that you were a sweet girl who took her responsibilities seriously. That is why I. So that far you’re clear.”“Any more?” I ask.“Yeah, here,” he says, handling me a folded-up newspaper. It’s a small-town biweekly, but we hit the right day, it’s on the front page, Would-Be Carjacker Arrested.I scan the article quickly. The “suspect” seems to have a history of car theft, it says, and was also being held for possession of “an illegal substance”—crack, at a guess. He’d been treated for his “injuries”—that hand, I suppose, and probably a busted nose—at the local hospital and was. Could I get naked on the webcam again? Could I deal with this again. I knew in the end he would dump me. I had gotten my self respect back and here it was again another guy begging and hinting for free thrills to jerk off to. I went back in the house and I looked in the mirror. At 40 I was the most beautiful I had ever been. I had never thought highly of my looks, but I did resemble a famous movie star with dark hair and violet eyes. I put on my lac see through nightie and lined my eyes with.