He was cautious, his wild instincts showing, and he scented and looked around before stepping through the doorway.It was a cozy little cabin, a good s...ized river stone fire pit, a willow bed with a straw mattress. A pile of blankets and furs were stacked by the bed and she hurried to them. She grabbed a few and folded them to make a soft mat not too near the hearth.“There you are, you may relax.” she told him and patted the mat.He moved over to it, turned around a few times on it, then settled. ” he went on, “Those computers are about two generations ahead of what you had. In fact, your four are standby backups in case one of the 'new' ones craps out on us.That thing there,” he pointed to the cage, “is a scanner stage. It uses low power lasers to create a three dimensional image of whatever, or whoever is on the stage.” “I think I get it,” I said in a daze, “But, 'Wallace and Billings'?” “Had to call it something,” Conner said, “and 'Universal Framistat' was taken, it's the. I have been picked on, beat up, and told what to do all my life. Maybe it's not just because of my hair but maybe my personality, I'm a push over. I do what I am told when I am told. But in some cases because I am a red head, pale, and have freckles I get many men but none that want a relationship. From what I have noticed men love and thrive off of fucking redheads and because I'm a push over I'm even more of a want for them because I'll do anything they want. I wasn't liked much growing up. I didn’t have a good solution. Even if I could drive, that wouldn’t help much. The back seat of a car just didn’t hold any attraction for me. Except for with Mary, I’d always done it in a bed.I was keeping busy around the deli but there were no customers at the moment. I was talking to Andreas as I did from time to time when things weren’t busy and when I wasn’t deep in thought. He noticed, though.“You’ve been doing a lot of thinking, haven’t you? The last few weeks you’ve sort of been on.