You have been unconscious for seventy-six hours. Location is ... unknown.'"What do you mean, 'unknown'," she asked out loud. "What is my GPS position?..."'No GPS signal is being received, ' the unit responded. 'Your transponder is not transmitting.''Damn!' Tanya thought, angry, disgusted and a little frightened. 'Fucking thing must have broke when I fell! Frank won't be able to find me! Seventy-six hours? Christ – that fucker must have killed me with that last shot ... I must be buried with the. Rather, they should have been. The fates stepped in, and spared Tm'skorthe fate of being captured by the pirates. As he stumbled about hisbridge, confused and frightened like the other Fwirthian crewmembers, hecollided with his navigator, and the pair smashed into the navigationcontrols. Of the buttons depressed randomly by the flailing captain, onecommanded the engines to engage and the warp generator to activate. Theship, still drawing fire, vanished into a warp hole.Wounded, spewing. More important can i help her?” She said “in my opinion unless you have a couple million laying around, your wife is history. I'm sorry.” I just stared at Karen as a tear slid down my cheek. Finally she said that she was supposed to take me down to the local office of H/S so that they could give me the official version of what she had just laid out to me, so if i wanted, she would follow me home to park my car then take me to the office. I just shook my head yes and got up. We went out did the. The funny thing is, well, to us outsiders at least, both conditions were caused by the same thing. A blonde mother! Oh, you don't understand how both conditions can have the same cause? Obviously you have never met a true blonde. OK, I will try to explain before I get into the story.First of all, think about the trials and tribulations of a boy going through puberty. Constant hard on at any hint of female flesh or suggestion of sexuality is the most obvious problem to any observer. All you men.