Clara Bow and her associates will cane the boy from you forever.” Tears welled up as a stern looking woman with hair in a bun, tight pencil skirt, ...cane in hand, marched out from the house wearing an equally stern expression. She was accompanied by a young lady of about 18 who looked equally strict, and a pretty fluffily dressed girl of about Peter’s age. They stepped out from the car and the assertive looking woman eyed the new internee up and down with contempt before addressing. He was going to kill them both, and hide between the walls, until the full security sweep of the inside of the spacecraft was completed. His identification tags were perfect replicas of ours. He was next to one of our people in a bar, and took a close-up of his ID. He used a graphic design computer, and was able to make a perfect duplicate. We are going to have to find a way to keep that from happening a second time. A barcode scanner on each identification tag would identify each worker by. And, I want it to be the real thing – not some dyke's fake dick."Just as she predicted, Amy Sue steers our mechanized chariot into a small town shortly after 10 PM. Again, just as she predicted earlier, as we cruise through the town – still with our tits hanging in the wind – we pass Spanko's. It looks like a rockin' place. It even has valet parking outside. We decide that walking down through a conservative, cowboy town with our boobies and asses on display may get us arrested. But, as we pass. They finished their drinks."Whose for another?" asked Nick."Well, we'd better get going," said Fiona grabbing hold of MickThey said their goodbyes and left."They don't seem like an item," said Nick, thoughtfully."I don't think they are," replied James. "I get the distinct impression that they both swing the other way." And go around together for mutual support you mean," said Monica. "Could well be, but they do seem very fond of each other. Whatever, it doesn't much matter. They are essential.