I had to look away when all I could think of was to push it up around her waist, and pull her panties down.She saw me, though, and called out to me. "...rian, hey, I wanted you to meet my husband." I walked over and offered my hand. "Nathan, this is Brian, he's been doing the lawn for the past month or so."He took my hand in a firm grip and shook it. "Seems to me you've done a good job of taking care of things for my wife," he said.I swallowed and my eye darted over to Janet who was obviously. "No, I don't expect everyone to. But the wasps will continue to take people. That's a given. And the more people who take the enzyme, the sooner the horror will end." But doesn't everyone need to do it for it to work at all?" It needn't be everyone. If only one out of every two people takes the treatment, that will tip the evolutionary scale in our favor. Of course, the more people with the enzyme, the faster the desired evolutionary trait will dominate the wasp population."Someone else called. Our doctrine of alternating the lead gave us all experience and some stress relief.It was early afternoon, and the temperature was dropping. The gloomy sky and the blustery wind meant more crappy weather was on the way again and made me wish we had remained holed up in our last refuge. It hadn't been wonderful, but it had a roof and walls.Too late now."Looks like we had better find a roosting place for the night," I called out. "There hasn't been a building in a while, but if we get caught out. Now some of that “junk” was going to come in handy.Rather than move the pile by hand to where Ship was, the Prime called her mentally and had her put it aboard with her inertialess tractor beam. Since it was line of sight to her, she didn’t even have to move to do it.Jeff left word for Arlene that he had given instructions to Ship to leave the junk near the door of the Morales family’s cave when she brought them home, but he had told her to wait until the family was inside before she put it.