“Wait,” he said, scratching his chin as he did the math in his head. “That’s in Borealan years, and they’re like ... four hundred days. Nine...teen times four hundred, minus nineteen times about forty, divide that by about three hundred and sixty five...”Zhari waited patiently, curious as to what he was trying to calculate.“Yeah, I figure you’re about twenty, going on twenty one in Earth years. I’m four or five years your senior.”“Is that important?” She asked, stepping around a startled. I heard him shout something, uh, 'wait, ' maybe? not sure, and then he came flying out, as you said."Many more nods and lots of "That's what happened" "Yeah, I saw that too" "The kid wasn't even in the room when Abover tripped; he was out here..." That got lots of yeses too.I looked at Abover. His face was white and screwed up in agony. Nobody was paying any attention to him and he clearly was in no shape to join our conversation; then I heard the faint sound of a siren. I turned to. I need some peace and quiet after this past week. I am still terrified that your going to spank me for what I did tonight."He hugged her, "I think that it went pretty well tonight. I didn't hear any of the remarks that I thought I was going to hear. As for that spanking, I just might have to think at that." I'm glad you couldn't hear the comments that some of the girls were making. You would blush so hard your face wouldn't return to normal for a year." I wish that you would have let me know,. It was the morning of the third day when I decided to go full hard line on them. They wanted to play games, so would I. They wanted to renegotiate everything, so did I and to my advantage.That when the trouble started with both the State Department and DOD people. One State Department individual in particular - Jeff Custis - was a problem.He undercut me with the first three items of the day, siding with the Indian negotiators, thus ending up with at the original points with a loss of two hours.