“No he won’t”, said mum, “Our Shirley will get it before he ever will”“Are you taking me now Don or what?” said Mary petulantly.“Yea, ...ome on then Mary!” I said and as I passed her she put her arm up on my shoulder and with a pout pleaded, “Would you lift me Don?”“Christ, what did your last servant die of!” I jibbed, cupping her bum in my arm and lifting her up. Then I carried her through the white mud of the yard that she was so eager to avoid spoiling her black jive shoes. Her eyes danced. "That's cheating, Tommy. I wasn't ready." I know," I laughed. "That's why I did it, you look natural mum, natural and happy." I am happy, Darling." Stand up."She stood up and I shot some more as she posed hands on hips, smiling, tossing her head back and sticking her tongue out."Turn round and look back at me."There was mischief in her eyes as she did what I asked, I must have taken a dozen or more before I realized that she'd pulled the rugby shirt up slightly. I could see the underside of her. " The monotone voice reported.The Duke thought a few moments then shook his head. "With the hostile environment we are in, I am afraid that isn't possible. I need shields up the entire time I am gone, if you can shut them off do so. Though, you need to keep an active scan on at all times. If you are approached by any of the inhabitants of this planet I want them up, weapons also." This will seriously lengthen the repair time." The voice stated.The Duke growled, "just follow my damn. Right now, he’s not able to give that permission. As for paying the bills, technically it’s your insurance company right now. I know you want what is best for your son, please let us give that to him.” I suppose I should have kept quiet, but good sense wasn’t always directly at hand. “Mr. Swarthmore, Drew is ill. Please let Dr. Chabot and the physicians give him the care he needs. “Oh, and as for paying the bills, Drew can do that. Drew and I did a project for an online business. Drew’s share.