’ ‘Have a seat and join us,’ I said, indicating a chair. He did, and I said, ‘You must be a chubby-lover too.’ ‘You got that right,’ he...said, grinning. ‘I always wished there was a place like this, and I always thought one would make money, so I decided to start my own.’ ‘And does it?’ I asked. He grinned. ‘I drive a Bentley. We do all right.’ ‘I guess that blurb in CURVY helped,’ I observed. He rolled his eyes. ‘Incredible,’ he said. ‘We were doing great even before that, but since then. Chase walks into his parents room.Chase: hello KateKate: helloChase: it's getting late please take a break and go to bed.Kate: -blushes- ah I guess I didn't see the time.Kate goes to her room. Then takes off her uniform and goes to sleep. Chase walks in seeing her asleep and grins wickedly. He lays into the bed with her. He puts he's hand on her thigh. Kate opens her eyes. Starting at the hand confused. Chase strokess the front of her underwear. As he does this Kate gasps.Then becomes wide eyed. And for only ten bucks a piece, we would be making money while advertising.Debbie woke me out of my daydream with a call from Gene."Steve, I heard you have a sales trailer at the truck races," Gene asked."Yep, thought I would try one there to see how it went." One of my drivers who drives on the Busch circuit, as well as the Winston cup, said that you don't have a truck at the Busch races. He could have used you this past week as he wrecked during practice and they had to scrounge to put the. “Report,” he said gruffly. He outranked her, and so it would be wise to obey.“No contacts along our route,” she replied, “no sign of any Humans.”“The Heretics are lying low,” he huffed in reply, shifting his considerable weight from foot to foot as he readjusted his weapon. “At least the Sangheili are making for better sport.”The Kig-yar laughed at his comment, Alba looking past him, appraising the corpse pile as the aliens jeered. There were at least a dozen dead, maybe more. She couldn’t help.