"Fortunately, Sam still had some money left over from the checkhe had cashed to get into the club. In no time, he was againnude as a woman measured h...m, in great detail, for his bra.He ended up buying four, along with a couple of workoutleotards. Afterwards, he still had a little left over so heoffered to buy Leslie a drink.Over the drinks, Sam's reasons for wanting to become morecoordinated came up. Leslie was very understanding. "You areright about coming here, Sam, but you need more. And maybe, it isn't. Come on, darling, let's cook up a bushel of eggs and bacon... !"Mark Cannon sipped at his third cup of coffee. He always enjoyed one before breakfast, one during, and then any number after. He smoked a cigarette and stared toward where he knew the window was. He was still not convinced that he ought to use her. She could be vulnerable as hell, especially against the likes of the people he wanted. But... but where did his loyalty lie? What did he know about her? Supposing. All I could do was damage limitation; I did the best I could by curling up and covering my head. The kicks and blows continued, leaving me wondering what this was about. I’d first assumed that I was being mugged, but it seemed that my attackers were more interesting in hurting me than robbing me. I heard a voice hissing at me “fucking cradle snatching pervert!” and a second, more controlled voice, telling the first one to shut up. Briefly I heard shouts from further away and the blows ceased,. By now, we had a few former big-rig truck drivers in our community, and they were happy to be back at work at a job they knew.Most of the things we needed could be built aboard the hulk by robots with minimal direction by Utorians. They, too, were happy to be at work, and they were overjoyed to hear that they would be paid for their labor. There was not much of a place to spend their money, so gambling became very popular. Naturally, most Utorians lost their wages by gambling, but that made no.