I can influence it, but it is not me~"We can work on that," he assured her, and she smiled.~you must tell the witch about this~ she told him, quietly,... and held out her arms. Looped over them in a loose coil was a thin, grey rope of some sort, cut off cleanly at one end. The other end disappeared behind her back, and he could not see where it emerged."Tell her what? About the rope, or the cut, or... what?"~both~ Down in the gully, a low, rumbling growl sounded, distracting him from the sad. "She continued to read the diagnostic files and then checked the back up, and found the errors. As Ken knelt beside her with the second spiderbot, she looked up at him."Got it, Ken. Someone has modified the subroutines not to repair that damage, an alpha program has been input into the spider to ignore it. I can load them from the backup, but let me check that one first, and then the device holding Amy."As she was checking the other bot, he asked, "Who would do that, and why?" No idea, but this. I came back into to room and walked up to the table. I laid a hand upon his broad chest,letting him feel my presence. I walked around the table, keeping in constant contact with his body. I climbed up on the table with him. Straddling his bare waist and hips. I leaned over his chest, my long silky locks cascading down to fall upon his chest. I swayed back and forth, gliding my hair across and up and down his chest. Resting between his thighs. I licked his hip bones, watching him squirm. Then. ) "Yeah ... and we want to party with the people."(Give me your card number.) "Visa XXXXXXXXXXXX0588"(You're good. See you on the 26th ... not before 7am.) "Bye." Quick, we need tents. Harold?"From the deepest recesses of the B-29 hangar came the call, "Yeah?" Tents! We need tents." Larch and Logan. Grogan's. Take my little trailer." On our way."We had to take his pickup too. No hitch on the Ford.Grogan's smelled like old wet blankets and gun oil. "Wow ... this be da place!!" I said, "Look at.