” I could tell she was serious and let that mull around in my head for a short time and then said, “Ok enough of the mental gymnastics…let’s ...get some stuff done, what do we need to do today?”She thought for a few minutes and then said, “ok we need to get the rest of the stuff out of the boxes in the bedroom, and then finish up with the kitchen stuff. There should also be a dresser getting delivered today and they are hooking up the phone too”.We jumped up and got moving on the work. About. It was another hit to his bank account that had been difficult to justify, but looking at her wearing the specially made clothes, he knew that it had been worth every credit.The eight foot tall alien was clad in a revealing maid outfit, little more than a brassiere and a short skirt made to resemble the traditional garment, her body language betraying her self-consciousness. Borealans did not generally dress pretty, they either wore uniforms or armor, and McGregor was unsure what the fashions. If he said he was going to do something, then he did everything possible to make it happen. Every once in a while, the unforeseen would delay a shipment. But it was so infrequent that he could reschedule work on the spot to make sure the customer wasn't disappointed.When he wasn't on the jobsites, he was talking to other builders to see what they were doing. He patrolled the city halls in Comox, Courtenay, Cumberland and Campbell River for proposed new projects. He called on the local. I could just see her pushing my and the couples heads together, yelling ‘Talk! About anything! Just talk!’ I ended my daydream when Martha broke the silence. ‘Does anyone want anything to drink’ she asked getting up from her chair, ‘water, soda, anything?’ Her smile looked strained. ‘Water for me, thank you,’ said Dorian, smiling at Martha. ‘Me too, thank you.’ Maria said, not taking her questioning eyes off me. I decided to answer, ‘Sprite, thanks, Mrs. Dewby.’ She walked into the kitchen.