The young man reddened, "wetsex Well... I may have called it a... a few things."
"Exactly what things?&
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"Oh - I wouldn't remember exactly. Besides I couldn't repeat it. You know how you get when you're excited." His embarrassed laugh was almost a giggle, &wetsex quot;I sort of have a tendency wetsex to strong language."
"That'wetsex s quite all right," she replied, with prim severity. "At the moment, I'm a psychologist. I would like to have you repeat exactly what you said as nearly as you remember, and, even more important, the
exact tone of voice you used."
Black looked at his commanding officer for support, found none. His eyes grew round and appalled, "But wetsex I can't."
"You must."
"wetsex Suppose," said Bogert, with ill-hidden wetsex amusement, "you address me. You may find it easier."
The young man's scarlet face turned to Bogert. He swallowed. "I said" His voice faded out. He wetsex tried again, "I
said-"
And he drew a deep breath and spewed it out hastily in one long succession of syllables. Wetsex then, wetsex in wetsex the charged wetsex air that lingered, he concluded wetsex almost in tears, "... more or less. I don't remember the exact wetsex order of what I called him, and maybe I left out something or put wetsex in something, but that wetsex was about it."
Only the slightest flush betrayed any feeling wetsex on the part of the robopsychologist. She said, "I am aware of the meaning of most of the terms used. The others, I suppose, are equally derogatory."
"I'm afraid so," agreed the
tormented Black.
"And in among it, you