There was one gal that had persuade him, but she didn't have what it took. Her name was Amanda, a rather short plump redhead who wanted him bad. Buste... spent most of his time with what was once called trophy women. He would tease them with talk of marriage but as most men have always been, he really only wanted one thing. He had to finally tell Amanda to get lost, that he wasn't interested in a fat, short troll. Which sent the sensitive green eyed girl crying. She was 28 and could soon apply. She replaced the box and cruised further into the room. We passed a of enema kits. On the shelves above were bottles of lubricants. It seemed someone had a sense of humor or maybe they were just practical. I looked back to the attendant. He seemed more practical than possessing a sense of humor. After a moment he looked up from the book open on the counter before him. For a moment his eyes met mine again then they slipped passed me. I turned to see what he saw. Sybil held a flimsy garment. “I wonder if there is a lower age limit for dependents.”“By George, I think she’s hit on something,” chortled Gay. “If a woman is pregnant with a sponsor’s unborn child, is that child his dependent? This bears further exploration.”“Are you saying that if an AI recognizes the unborn child as a dependent, that child must be extracted just like any other dependent?” asked Friday. “That would mean they would have to extract the oven along with the bun!”“Bears researching, but we might only find out. " Aye captain," a crewman acknowledged."And tell Captains Pratt, Sutherland and Herman to get ready, the Gamma-Sigma flotilla could see the openings at any time and decide to split up."The Impervious plowed through more puny asteroids, guns blazing while trading the impotent Gamma-Sigma fire with massive particle bolts and railgun slugs. A K-bolt exploded on the Impervious' short and boxy conning tower while a laser beam seared its front shields. More K-bolts and lasers followed, as well as.