He followed her out to the garage and there were some boxes and bags of stuff that she said needed to go in the attic. She pulled the cord and lowered...the ladder that led up to it. She climbed the ladder ahead of him to turn the light on. She felt her shorts slip down a little and knew that the top of her thong was exposed. He climbed up behind her with a box and she knew he couldn't miss the show. As they moved back and forth she looked for any sign of an erection from him. Young guys get hard. "0999 Query?" Derrick asked looking at the readings trying to determine the amount of damage. "Yes Primary," 0999 answered. "Can 0101 be re-grown the way she is now or will parts have to be removed before re-gen is possible?" Derrick asked. "I have projected, that well over 75% of her exterior will have to be removed, before any possible re-gen is possible," 0999 stated. "I was afraid of that, time to remove said sections and start re-gen?" Derrick asked. "I postulate three days, five hours,. I pushed the speed up so I had to go into a light jog, and although I could definitely feel my chest moving, it wasn’t pain as much as a supreme awareness that I had two weights on my chest. I had a good pace going, and was happy, when I noticed that I now had company. Above my head and in front of me were a line of televisions for those on the treadmills. On the other side were another line of televisions the people on the stationary bikes could see. The other thing they could see were the. It was a kind of police procedural video showing the surveillance footage (from another colony transport ship six months earlier) of a concubine (the sponsor’s former wife) losing her composure and attacking her sponsor. As the video showed, because of the surveillance, there was no doubt about her guilt; there was a ‘trial’ that consisted of the captain of that ship reviewing the recording, and the immediate execution of the sentence; the concubine was spaced. She was screaming and pleading.