" I'll give you a hint," said the man. "Let's say you were pulling into the service station to fill it up. Which side of the pump would you drive up t...?"A good thought, realized Ken. He started to look for the cover for the fuel tank, but after a minute, he gave up."I have no idea," he said."That's because there isn't a fuel tank... well, not for conventional fuel anyway. It runs off a fuel cell," smiled Davyn.There followed a long explanation of what that was all about, but Ken didn't have the. "Get out and don't come back." I do," he told her, "and you'll sure as hell have to get a job then." Think so?" she sneered. "Not with Jim Lathrop waiting in the wings," I don't."Robert startled at the sound of a horn blowing behind him. Temporarily disoriented, he looked around him, trying to get his bearings. The horn sounded again. "Move your fucking car!" someone yelled.Embarrassed, he stomped on the gas pedal and sped across the intersectionIt wouldn't be so bad, he thought, but he really. “Uhm…” “Listen, Rachel, I have no idea why you want to go but the project is due in a week and we have no time to waste. So you get your sexy ass into the lab so I can get it done with you.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the sexual puns on those words. But regardless, I nodded my head and followed him into the lab, switching on the lights. “You have to switch on the main power switch on the YDSE simulator first.” I nodded my head and bent down to switch it on. That was when it happened. I felt. Some people (my slave in particular!) would have me warn you that there are considerable elements of over-romantic fiction. CHAPTER 1 He had dressed carefully. As he pulled the black leather riding boots up to his knees, and tucked the dusky velvet of his breeches into them, he turned to a tarnished looking-glass on the chest in the dingy room to check his appearance. He saw there his midnight-dark silk shirt tucked into the breeches, its black-dyed lace cuffs encircling his wrists. An old but.