Bob and Ms Masters had just arrived at the restaurant, when Whirly called Bob on his Neck Cam.

"Bob. I know that you might be distracted by the woman's protuberances, but I need you to focus on the matter at hand here, OK?"

Bob really hadn't focused on anything in particular, but what with Whirly's comment, he found himself doing just that!

"Well, I see that you are just like any other man, aren't you?" said with a smile, while she continued with "I'd like to admit to ogling you in the same way, just in another hemisphere, if you catch my drift and all?"

Whirly was getting more agitated with every word spoken, but she tried to regain Bob's attention once again. "Bob. We are hiring Ms Masters and Sons for one specific purpose, with that being to get the TV-Station to stop with using my "assumed" phone call to Dr Beauson, with him then re-using it to further his ratings, OK?"

"Can I have a look at that thing-a-ma-bob around your neck?" asked the lady in question, with Bob removing his Neck Cam with her then saying, "Oops! Darned Clumsy of me dropping it like that, wasn't it?" She not only dropped it, but then stepped on it, grinding it into the asphalt on the parking lot outside of the restaurant then saying, "Now. We can really get to know one another without prying eyes, or ears present, hmm?"

"Hello Bob! Whirly to Bob, Over! Is it only me, or have I lost contact with Master Bob, again?" lamented Whirly seemingly to no one, while a reply of "Woof woof a woof woof WooF" was heard nearby with Whirly saying, "No, Bob is not in town just to get you another Doggy Bag! Don't you understand the implications here? Bob is in town with a woman who is not on my Insta-Dial list, and who most likely wouldn't take the call regardless!"

"So, you and your Smart Cooling Device seem rather attached, don't you?" asked Ms Masters, while Bob signaled to the waiter for a cup of Macha Tea to start off the meal, while she opted for Champagne Cocktails, and keep 'em coming!"

Bob sipped his tea, after having whipped it up a bit, with Ms Masters saying, "Oh. How cute! Your own personal Bamboo Whip! Why if that was a full-sized item then this meal might just get a bit more interesting, don'tcha think?"

Bob stopped swirling his tea, then nodded before saying, "Whirly is all right, as refrigerators go. She was really a "He" to start with, but then his, her gender chip went haywire!"

Ms Masters looked a bit concerned before saying, "So is your gender chip one that is in working order, because if there are any doubts about that, we can apply the old Stress-Test a bit later on, if that waiter stops dwadling with those champagne cocktails and gets back to me, before I need to hurt him, and hurt him good!"

Bob nodded a bit, then wondered just what the Stress Test involved, as he placed his Macha Whisk back into his pocket, while adding, "You know Ma'am. It would be a whole lot easier if I knew your first name, and all?"

She just smiled as if she knew someone, or wanted to before saying, "Why it's Camille. Just Camille!"

Bob nodded and smiled wondering if Camille had anything to do with Cats, or other members of the Feline Family, but he decided to put that on the back burner for the time being!

"So, is there a Mrs Bob lurking somewhere in the background, or is just little old you, and little old me sitting here wondering how the rest of the evening, night and morning will develop, while the rest of the world goes about its business, lost in their own thoughts, or compressed air movements?"

"Dr Beauson are you saying that the patient has suffered a relapse?" asked Nurse Penny Nickel, while Dr Beauson replied, "Yes. I'm afraid so. It might not be anything other than a bit of Stress, which has thrown her Gender Chip into a quandary, but without going deeper into the matter, we won't really know for certain!"

Nurse Penny Nickel placed her leg up on the device in question saying, "So, when you say "Deep", how deep are we talking about here?"

Whirly just harrumphed a bit saying, "Find that tongue depressor you two seem so keen to talk about, or grab a meter stick if that's the direction we are heading in!"

"Can't you go any deeper than that?" asked Nurse Penny Nickel, while Dr Beauson replied, "I could if I wanted, but for now, I'll just test the waters, as it were!"

Nurse Penny Nickel was worried that those waters were just a bit too shallow for her liking, but she was a patient woman, and was prepared for Dr Beauson to take his time, just not too much time, before taking the final plunge, once and for all!

"Well, Bob" said Camille, who seemed to slur her words a bit "I'd drive you home again, or you can drive me where you want to, if I wasn't just a bit over the tipsy limit right now!"

Bob nodded then pulled out his cell, tapping out a number.

"I hope you aren't asking your Advanced Cooling Unit for advice, because I have a few other suggestions, and good ones at that!"

Bob shook his head, then said a few words into the cell, before saying ,"A good friend of mine will be driving us back to our respective homes, a nice ending to an excellent evening!"

As the stood at the entrance to the Restaurant a screaming orange Ford Pinto entered the parking lot, with sights set on the two of them.

Camille reached over and kissed Bob. Not a friendly kind of thanks for the meal kind of kiss, but one that told of a deeper wish for something else!

"Was that deep enough for you Nurse Nickel?" asked Dr Beauson, while Nurse Nickel turned off the light in the Technical Tool Room before saying, "Less talk, and more.....

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