“Anything else I can get you, Sir,” the waitress asked me with a submissive tone. “Yes, I will take a piece of your apple pie,” I informed her...as a casually tucked the menu back behind the napkin holder. “Yes, Sir, coming right up, Sir,” she shakily said as she scurried off to fetch my pie. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she slipped back behind the counter giving her friend sitting there a wide eyed looked and a crooked smile. The woman at the counter shifted in her seat and she. I smiled and answered, “Of course I am comfortable with you spending the night. Now let’s relax and get a little crazy. David, would you make me a White Russian?” David got up and poured the vodka and Kahlua over ice, and departed for the kitchen for some half ‘n half to complete the White Russian. As David left the room I leaned over to Tom and whispered, “Are you okay with this?” Tom smiled and replied, “Connie, I’m just going to go with the flow and see what happens, but yes, I am fine.” I. “There is shyness, determination, cockyness, light hair, dark hair, hairiness, baldness, tenderness, essence of kisser, horniness and sexiness”“My God! So many coats! I can only assume that this house being inhabited by women so long no woman dough and woman coats were ever available. I stand corrected, women are far to complicated to be created out of dough, we’d better get a plastic doll”“Well, we have coats enough, we have to concentrate on getting the ingredients to make the man. His eyelids felt like they had lead weights hanging from them.“Just a precaution until we can confirm that the last gargoyle is dead. Go, Kal, or you won’t make it to your bed and fall asleep in the tunnel.”Kal nodded as he stifled a yawn and ambled into the tunnel leading to the storeroom.Ikuno chuckled and returned to her book.------Perra flopped back into her bed, completely exhausted. She had been having a dream about some big discovery when she was startled awake by the feeling of being.