"The Professor is not on board this shuttle," repeated the AI."Oh shit!" said Bert, his face screwing up in frustration.Consuelo looked at Bert as he ...swore, "There's a problem?" The Professor isn't on board," said Bert before looking upwards. "Is anyone else missing?" he asked."No other volunteer is missing," reported the AI, "but the Professor's concubine is absent."Bert slumped down on the nearest box and rubbed his temples, how had that happened? And more importantly what did he do about. Hey, I wonder if our Husky will ever get out of the shop? Got to check with Chief when we get back.Nothing to see here, move along. We are here to help you. Really.Oh boy. This is strange. The MSR is almost empty, no moving potential vb-ieds. Just us infidels now. This is not good. Do we speed up or slow down? Slow and steady wins the race. Just not now. SPEED THE FUCK UP! We already know this area is seeded. Put a round on anything that may hide an IED. How hard is that? Hell-of-a-way to run a. My Mom — using an escort? Did she perhaps misunderstand or … I looked at Mom, who was smiling that smile again and then I took a careful look at her. My mom, MaryAnn, is a stunning woman who doesn’t look her age, she looks to be in her mid-30’s at best. She’s an olive-skinned beauty with long chestnut hair and dark brown eyes, legs that go on forever and, luckily for me because I inherited those, gorgeous boobs. She was dressed to kill tonight, in a clingy black cocktail dress and grayish. ” That didn’t make any sense to me as I would figure this thing is the ultimate masturbation toy. I then looked at where the warning was and I looked at airhead Cathy and said “this is referring to taking the machine out of the box, was it heavy?” She said yes and that she had cut the sides off the box as she couldn’t lift it. The base had wheels on it and the superintendent had carried the box upstairs.We looked at each other and both broke up laughing. I didn’t know if this was all a set up.