Okay?” she questioned, she seemed a bit concerned. “Huh? I’m sorry?” I asked, trying to regain my composure. “I asked if you were okay, you ...eem a little uneasy.” “Me? Oh, I’m fine, just thinking…” “About?” “Nothing much, just stuff. Nothing major.” I smiled, hoping to assure her I was fine. “Mhm, so let’s talk about something to pass the time. You pick the topic.” “Okay, umm.” I thought hard, but the only thing that was on my mind at that very moment, no matter how hard I tried was… “Sex.”. I did not know what to do. Now, that I was banned from that Starbucks, unable to get my double daily dose of Cynthia, I had to go clear across the street to the other Starbucks and get my coffee from a grumpy, overweight woman my age. How could I make Cynthia fall in love with me? What else could I possibly do? I bought her flowers, wore my best Wal-Mart outfit, and even splashed on some of that Brute cologne sample that they had open on the counter. Someone told me that I should visit a witch. As soon as I start to think the mystery of suspense is going to last a little longer, I hear my wife’s voice ring out, completely electrifying the silence from the room.“Is that my sexy little bitch I hear down there?”“What’s that, Hon?” I reply questioningly, not really quite sure how I feel about answering to ‘bitch’.“I said that better be my sexy little whore down there. I’ve got some needs that only other whores can satisfy and I’m getting a little tired of waiting. Grab us each a brewski. "So master..." she began. "What other tricks are you hiding up your sleeve?" Private Rabb!" Colonel Johanes voice rang out. "Can you explain what your people are doing? It seems that despite your claim that this planet is here to fix broken ships, there are still three in the system and none are being repaired."James shook his head. "Rome wasn't built in a day, and ships aren't repaired instantly. We have to have the ship at the repair docks first. Cancun has power and should arrive at Astarte.