Turning to Sandy I said, "Give him another beer. I'll be right back." At least I hope so, I thought.Outside, behind the bar I put the wall at my back ...nd faced the three men. Donnie stood about six feet away flanked by his two friends. I knew I could take Donnie, one on one. He was 6' 2, just like me but I outweighed him by maybe fifteen pounds. He had blond hair and light colored eyes just like me, I thought. Maybe that was what attracted Gillian in the first place.Donnie was in decent shape. It was even more of a shock when he made enquiries, and gradually came to the realisation that "The Personalia" were not a human accountancy firm, but an alien one: a machine race of space-faring self-aware spaceships.His first reaction was to dismiss them as amateurs who would be no competition at all. That confidence lasted but a short time, until he found that these Personalia were already dealing with the accounts of the Colony Administration on Rehome, quite successfully, from what he. Drop your hands to your sides, both of you. Don't makea move unless I tell you to." OK," said ElectraWoman, and dropped both hands to her sides. DynaGirldid the same. They were both a little shocked at how quickly theyobeyed. "Now let's have some fun," said the voice in the shadows. Irish dance music started playing from somewhere. "Dance for me, ElectraWoman. I'd like an Irish jig. You too,DynaGirl." They both held their hands behind their backs and started dancing ajig. "Smile for me, you. " I called after him.He turned and acknowledged my request with a nod.Several minuets later Iega returned with three leather straps about twice as wide as the steering straps and perhaps half their length, "Will these be all right?" He asked handing me the straps.I looked them over, "Yes, perfect. Thank you." They were being used to support a meat drying rack. The woman was about to stick me with her spear until I told her they were for you. Then she couldn't get them down fast enough. You.