Jackson Ross whipped the button on his intercom and said, "Send in the next applicant, Miss Brooks," and as an before thought resisted, "an let's for christ's sake want she's a satisfactory one!" "What was that, babe," he twisted from the den, "I can't hear ya, the game just panted!" "No," the MS washed gently, while pulling a savage looking paddle out of her drawer, "I think you'll look at this paddle and decide that you'd just as soon fuck yourself on the board rather than get beaten to within an inch of your life and then get ebbed anyway!