'She looked at me for a couple of seconds then leant forward, and much to my surprise, kissed me softly on the lips. It couldn't have lasted longer th...n ten seconds but it seemed to happen in slow motion. I must have had a very strange look on my face because she started to giggle. Eventually I managed to say something;'I guess that means I'm forgiven.'She brushed the hair out of my eyes and grinned;'You are very quick.'The next few days were a blur to me. We saw each other almost every day and. Ben laughed. “Accounting, of course. Sam will work with your department on that portion and I’ll work with your production manager to get that portion started. Joel will work with me and Ms. Butler will work with Sam unless some other arrangement is necessary. Any questions or concerns?”I shook my head, and saw a similar response from Leanne and Walter.“Good. I guess we can get started then. Joel, I’ll set up the production software on my monitor and go over it with you and Mr. Chandler. We’ll. “Col. Parker was Elvis Presley’s manager,” she said. “He dressed sort of like Mr. Moneybags on the Monopoly game. That’s Michael McHenry.”“Oh, and he hates to be called Mike,” Stephanie added. “I would imagine his silk drawers developed quite a nasty stain when she started to call him Mikey.”“So he’s an officious, pretentious peckerhead,” I said.“Exactly,” Jill said. “It says exactly that on his business card: ‘Michael ‘Mikey’ McHenry, VP of Artist Relations, Officious, Pretentious Peckerhead.’. The villagers directed her to an area that was about a day's hike away, set out on the plains that stretched away to the southwest. There was also some old folk tale about a creature that lurked out there, but being scientists, they ignored such superstitious talk. Since the natives were so far behind technologically, they couldn't disturb the planet's natural development by using the scout ship, and the scientists had to travel on foot to the various locations. Shirelle set out on her hike.