“Is there a race today?”“No, not today,” I said. “Next week. Abbie, did Jason say anything about Davey Allison?”“Just that he’s in bad...shape from that wreck at Pocono two weeks ago. I’m still shocked he raced with a skull fracture last week!”“Jess, please don’t!” I sighed, seeing she was about to say something. “Can we leave it, please?”She shot me a hard look, but didn’t say anything.“He’s got a one point lead over Bill despite all his wrecks and injuries,” Abbie said. “Jason’s also happy. "How about I make this easy for you," Peggy offered. "You baby-sit Mrs. Martone, as you put it, and I'll count the time you spend doing it at two, no let's make it three times the rate we count it here. I'll even count the part of your shift you already worked."Keith quickly did the math. Not counting tonight, he still had thirty-two hours of service to go. Twenty-four hours would just about wipe that out. Still, why not go for broke?"How about we make that four times?" he said, holding his. Though Crnnch didn’t know of any.”“Their higher society seems very compartmentalised,” Jemima mused. “A lot of one hand not knowing what the other is doing.”“Yes, I got that impression too,” Athena nodded. “Society on Draenoric is stratified. Three higher classes, Thaumaturges, Technologists and Military. There are a good few lower classes, but they are there to serve and, if good enough, worm their way into the upper classes. It’s very competitive according to Crnnch, once chosen into a class. I looked up. Sam had put on her bra and jeans.“Can I sit down to put my socks on?” she asked. I patted my lap. She took a long deep breath after she sat down. I rubbed between her shoulder blades.“I’m sorry Alex, I didn’t listen to a word you said,” I told her.“That’s OK. I just saw last night, that we really only had the one penis for the three of us.” She giggled. Sam put her first sock down on the floor and lifted her other foot for the second tiny pink thing.“It’s the only penis I need,”.