C'mon in." As Bruce entered, he was full of questions. "How do you know my name? Who are you? Have we met before? I'm sure I'd remember so...meone who looked like you." "You aren't going to believe this, but I'm Dwayne." "Yeah, sure. You're Dwayne, and I'm the Queen of England. Look sister, I've had a really bad day. Now, cut the crap. Who are you, really?" "Didn't sell anything today? Huh? Really, I'm Dwayne. You aren't going to believe what's happened today." . ”“And you? You believe that it’s because of your ‘foundation in maths and sciences?”“Correct.”“Why don’t you mass produce your Devices like Moria O’Shannan?”“Effort, time, superstructure, resources, desire. I could go on. I never intend my Devices to be mass produced when I draw them up.”“What about the Wave Breaker you sold to SI?”“That was an exception and designed as a learning tool for my student.” The girl in question gave me a dirty look at the implications with a promise to get even. One night I came into the studio shortly before practice was to end. Dean Mayer went into his office at a predetermined time that we had agreed upon. Nick was concentrating on the piece he was playing. I walked over to him and began to kiss his neck. I sat on the bench beside him while he played I kissed and nibbled his ear, and along his cheek to his lips. I kissed him hard and with passion.I wanted him to continue playing, so I let him be for a moment. I stood in front of the piano and began. "Actually, sir, it was bullet fragments. Nine millimeter, from a machine pistol." Holy shit son, what did you walk into?"Ben just smiled. Parks turned and looked at Sandy again, noting the bandage under her eye. She raised her other eyebrow in cool invitation to speak."Okay, so don't tell me about it. Specialist, we'll look at your cheek next. Private, both of those wounds look good, so I'll leave them alone. You're taking one of the 'Kef' antibiotics?" Duricef, sir."Captain Parks turned to.