" He mumbled. Fortunately, the microphone in front of him amplified his voice enough for the others to hear, despite his mumbling. "Current head of SE...TI. That stands for, uh 'Search... '" '... for Extraterrestrial Intelligence, yes, I know Doctor." The President finished for him. "I've always hoped you guys would come up with something exciting for us one day, but I never imagined it being quite like this. What have you got?" Well, nothing, sir." The scientist scratched nervously at his bald. And so the choir began the second bracket of worship songs led very ably by Jessie and the Twins. Some of the numbers the choir performed were, again, familiar to the congregation but a few were definitely new. Those new songs, as it turned out, had also been composed by the very talented Jock Ramsden and his girlfriend, Marleen Greaves.The choir sang five numbers all up but it wasn’t until the fifth one that Glenda and Bryce Unsworth finally got the nudity that they thought they might be in. With the pistol out, held just below the table level, and to the side, Ernie waits until the one at the register lets Mrs Mistri move out of the line of fire to open the register. The other man has his gun in hand but pointing at the floor. It’s clear they think having the guns in view is enough intimidation to keep them safe, but they’re very wrong.Picking his time while the first man is watching Mrs Mistri and the second has his head turned to check the far corner of the room Ernie is quick. He said yes and sold us an underground newspaper. He said just about everthing in the Twin Cities that might interest us would be in it. I couldn't believe how many places there were, but a lot of the ads were for prostitutes. Jeff started to make some calls when we had the time. There were a couple of places that interested us. One of them claimed to "satisfy most fetishes" and offered a free visit. Ta dah, we had a place to try and they were open seven nights a week, hours were from.