At any rate, I'll drive if you give me directions."After lunch, Chad took the floor and reviewed the Hypertape specifications, and even passed one of ...he cartridges around for us to look at.Steve asked Chad, "Well, what can you do for us in terms of data transfer rate and capacity?"Chad said, "I'm not sure how much we can extend the Hypertape design. Even if we got twice the performance out of it, if I remember correctly, it doesn't do the job for you, is that right?"Steve replied, "No, that. If you're going to try to act adult, you also have to take responsibility for what you choose to do."None of the girls liked that idea, but they were left with little choice. They left for their rooms, heads down, feet dragging.On the way back to the room Claire spoke. "You know, if they can't do it... we really shouldn't do it either."He looked at her. "Ever again?" No silly" She blushed at the hurt in his voice. It made her feel good. "Just while we're here. I think my dating life is going to. Yet right now, he cannot stand to be near that ticking time-bomb of complications. As gently as he can, he rolls over and sits up. In the shadows before him he can just make out the crumpled mass of his boxers on the floor, but he quickly decides not to bother putting them on.With a stressful huff he stands and lumbers quietly off to the kitchen. He opens the fridge, having not yet decided whether he wants something to eat or drink. In truth, all he wants is something to distract him—to take. I went to put the groceries away and returned to the kitchen table and my Clancy novel, wondering if my Guinness had gone flat. An experimental sip told me it was tolerable. The washing machine started up and she reappeared, now standing in the kitchen, getting a glass from the cupboard. Do women have any idea how sexy they are when they’re nude in the kitchen? It’s like man’s two greatest desires wrapped up in one beautiful package. Fuck me while I make your dinner, darling! While she pulled.