“No women?” she asked.“A good guess, but you can’t get up from the TV, then walk over to pour yourself a cup of coffee. When you can do that y...u know you are free. When you can’t, then you know you aren’t free.”“Simple, but a very understandable example,” Sarah admitted. “Let’s get back to the farm. I need some more practice at planting and feeding seeds.”“Fair enough,” I said.Sarah removed her skirt and blouse and replaced them with her dirty sweat shirt and jeans from the day before. We. Zeus refuses to blast him." You are going to get one Col. Steven Trevor, U.S Military Intelligence -- what an oxymoron -- and one off-the-reservation Amazon, aka, "Wonder Woman," out of my hair once and for all!" You want me to make them fall in love for good?" No, you dolt, the Amazon bitch must remain a virgin to deal with alien life forms, supervillains, and natural disasters. She doesn't deserve it, anyway. No, you are going to make Col. Trevor fall in love -- really in love -- with someone. A caucasian woman in her latetwenties dressed in a cute soft pink blazer and gray pencil skirt staredback at me. She's wearing her brown hair in a loose bun. She's quitepretty but not in a stunning way. Her glasses and they way she put onher makeup kinda hid her green eyes and sex appeal. I did thatdeliberately, as I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention. Nobodywould know that underneath this mask, wig and bodysuit was a black guy inhis forties.Even though the cafe was already set. After all, it was just lunch."Hi, Kris. I don't know if you remember me, but this is Penny." Penny! I had just about given up hope that you would call. So what have you decided? Shall we have a meal together?" Yes. How about next Saturday? Either lunch or dinner would work for me." Saturday would be great! Let's make it lunch." Okay. Why don't you pick the place then? I can pretty much find something to eat regardless of the type of restaurant." How about Trevino's? Do you know where that is?".