and Mandark sat at a table adorned in white linen, letting the haze
of cigarette smoke wash over them. Neither of them felt like it would
be appropriate to join in the drinking or the smoking or the other
so-called glamorous activity of the day. Raised in the future, they
noted the disastrous after-effects of both activities, and neither
was willing to risk their genius in order to look cool.
folded his hands upon the table, ignoring two rather tall, pretty
brunette women giggling and staring at him. A vein throbbed in his
lots of easy women here, isnt there? Mandark muttered to
I knew what that meant, Id give an answer, Dexter shot back.
tell me you dont know what it means to be easy.