The Unexpected
Copyright© 2025 by Technocracy
Chapter 28
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 28 - "If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it; for it is hard to be sought out, and difficult." -- Heraclitus of Ephesus
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Violence
Spoon’s Ranch, Frio County, Tx
Benny sat upright in the bed, perceiving the world around him, ‘seeing’ a dog that was sleeping in the front room, aware of the coming and going of animal life, and sensing the passion of Billy Joe and Lucinda in another house. As his senses fused with his emotions, Benny believed that this place, this time, and these people were logical and correct; none was happenstance.
Benny considered that, whenever with Andrea, he was in the ‘right’ place. The feeling of the ‘right’ place was further amplified by the environs provided by the broad coastal plains of south Texas. Comfortable winter nights and mild dry days reminded Benny of southern California. Excepting the incessant humidity.
Benny calmed his sensory ‘scan’ into a more conventional use of the five senses. His rapt gaze onto Andrea’s nude form enabled his belief that his wife was this universe’s most beautiful creation. Andrea lay across the bed, her post-coital perspiration reflecting shimmering glows, from an intersection of lighting, the yellowish hallway light from one side, and silver moonlight filtering through the window.
Andrea’s mind received a mental picture that was vivid and complete. She did not need to open her eyes to know that Benny was watching her, ‘pushing’ a suggestion to Benny.
“Sleep, my love.”
Benny startled upon the realization that Andrea’s lips had no motion. She had communicated without oral speech.
“You are so beautiful...”
“Sleep, my love. Sleep...”
Benny perceived a full-body touch from his wife, yet she had not moved into any physical embrace. When Andrea ‘pushed’ her drowse onto Benny, he managed to pull her into an intimate cuddle before succumbing to an induced sleep.
Aviation Sales Inc, Dayton Airport
Robert Northrup withdrew the bank-draft from the sales director’s desktop. Returning the 3.15 million draft note into the folder, Robert pushed another folder towards the sales executive.
“This is the IA’s report. While there are numerous undisclosed minor issues, the most pointed issues are the failure to match serials in the maintenance log with the installed components, and the two flap actuator defects that contradict the written description for completion of ADs. This is fraud and does not demonstrate good faith. Per the purchase agreement, your company shall forfeit one hundred thousand to Scientific Investment Group, remit due within forty eight hours of breach.”
The sales executive remained speechless as Robert, Brian, and Jason exited the customer services building of ASI.
As they entered the rental vehicle, Robert addressed Brian.
“Shall we go to Denver?”
“Aye, on to the fine state of Colorado. Crooks they be here. Shall we burn them down, solicitor?.”
Jason raised an appraising eyebrow to the stocky old-world man, unsure whether to be amused or to be concerned at the man’s sense of justice.
Flight Safety International, DFW Airport, Tx
Jerri and Jason emerged from their respective simulator pods at the same time. Jerri’s questioning look to Jason was responded with an affirmative nod.
“Drive it back to Texas?”
Jason replied to Jerri’s query with an non-committal shrug.
“What did the colonel say?”
“Benny stays at the Spoons ranch, and Harry remains in Needham. Neither one needs the plane.”
“I say keep it with Andrea and Benny. Tell me about Andrea. How is she doing, Jason?”
“For whatever reason, Texas has been good for both of them. And Ms Paucho seems to be walking more normally. Why do you ask?”
“When I returned to Texas to pick up Doris and Harry, I over-heard them discussing Benny and Andrea in the FBO. They think that they’re talking without words.”
“I would suggest that you don’t give much to when Doc Spoons talks about that stuff. There’s a good reason that Doc Harrison calls it ‘psycho-babble’ ... Anyway, unless Northrup or the colonel says otherwise, I agree, the plane stays at McKinley field. So which one of us stays in Texas?”
Jerri and Jason required three iterations of rock/paper/scissors to choose who would remain in Texas. Jason lost.
“Well, crap. Guess it’s back to the ranch. Say hi to the colonel.”
Major Jason Thorns, USAF, retired, offered Jerri Cleever-Hendley, PhD a firm handshake before exiting the flight training center. Jerri smiled at Jason’s back, thinking how easy it had been to manipulate the former special forces pilot into choosing ‘rock’ to her ‘paper’, after telegraphing a ‘scissor’.
Logan International, Boston, Ma
“To what do I owe this honor, Doctor Paucho?”
Lizzy returned the whimsy of her formal title.
“Greetings, Doctor Hendley. No particular reason. I live closer to Logan, and Angie is cooking something Jamaican at home. Didn’t think you’d want to miss that ... So how are the old folks doing back in Texas?”
“Didn’t see them. Stayed in Dallas. Jason says that Benny is very much enjoying running the contractors and running around the ranches. And your mom is apparently doing well. Jason says she’s walking better ... Lizzy, tell me about Benny and your mother.”
“Huh? What’s to tell? They both got a case of the serious hots for each other. Benny doesn’t do shit anymore without running it across mom. Not atypical for married couples. Why do you ask?”
“Was talking to Billy Joe and his girl last week. They were saying that they can say complete sentences with just a gesture. And Harry and Doris said that they are the ‘ultimate’ couple. I did not come to Mass until your mother’s injury, so I do not have a base-line reference. Their relationship has changed significantly since Andrea got sick and bounced her head off the floor.”
“Maybe ... Uncertain ... maybe I don’t see it because I’m too close to it. Don’t make an issue where none exists. Mom is happy. Benny has finally found peace, not to mention a piece. Let’s get home.”
Jerri smiled at Lizzy’s pun with a mock reproach.
“You are so crude, girl.”
SIG, 60 Dedham Ave, Needham, Ma
“While mommy and daddy Warbucks are playing home on the range in Texas, we got some serious engineering problems here that Benny needs to address. If you and Mike don’t swallow your pride and get a comm line going, I’m gonna talk to Doris and Harry.”
“Keep your hat on, Angela. I was working up a design-issues package to send. This will not happen overnight.”
“Today, Mike. No more weird crap, call him today.”
Mike Frothers looked to the twins, sitting at their benches, with expectant glances at him and Angela.
“Okay ... let me get my schematics and design notes on the way to Benny. I’ll make the call after lunch. You and the twins need to be in my office.”
Benny’s pedantic scold came in strong and clear over the speaker phone.
“The output cap is there for reasons. One, some small amount of capacitance is required for CV-loop stability. Two, to mitigate voltage drop for a pulsed load, though increasing the time constant. Of course too much output C will hide a poor design that is too slow, making it more-so. Three, to reduce possible voltage overshoot on transients; that is, during turn on, and constant-current to constant-voltage transition. And four, stability in CC mode with inductive loads.”
Mike itched his head in frustration.
“Benny, the twins and me have pretty much addressed that, and we still cannot meet the specs for the size limits and loop response, with a linear regulator. And we can’t meet the noise floor with a switch-mode supply.”
“That should have been obvious if you had built a decent SPICE model for those op-amps.”
Benny’s terse reply, even over the phone, made the three techies recoil in embarrassment.
“Why, Benny?”
“We have, previously, been through this particular iteration of issues. Not even considering the significant input offset, the TL0 JFET op-amps exhibit phase-reversal at low common-mode voltages. Simple as that. A single sim run would had revealed such behavior.”
“Okay, we go with the OP400 series. Maybe a LT1014? But what about a faster current limit?”
The three erstwhile electrical designers heard the exasperation in Benny’s reply. The twins did not miss Angela’s smug expression.
“A fast-acting current limit can be quite confusive to the outer loops. Your problem is the input bias and offset over the temp range; and you still need output drive. With that in mind, include the TLV237 series in your sims and tests. You’ll have drive, bandwidth, and low bias. And it may well be too fast for some modalities, such as where burst processing occurs. Also, heed my warnings about output caps with extremely low ESR affecting the loop. In any case, your hard stop would be the closed-loop bandwidth for the OP400 series, which is, at best, 400k at unity gain. The OP-07 has a somewhat higher spec, but your trade-off is offset voltage and tempco. Have you considered two independent loops?”
“Yes. But I am not sure how to drive the loops together.”
“It would not affect anything. If you use two loops, the interaction only occurs at the or’d diode junctions, where your only concern would be tempco and drive. In which case, I would use the one of the TI LMC66 op-amps. But use a small R for the gain resistors.”
“What about output capacitance for CMOS amps?”
“The op-amp’s load capacitance interacts with its internal output resistance to create an additional pole. So put a small R on the output to prevent a low-freq pole.”
“I understand, Benny. We will build a better SPICE model before we go further.”
As Frank disconnected, he noted Angela’s smug smirk. She almost snorted an ‘I told you so’ commentary.
“That’s why we pay Benny the big bucks, people. Fifteen mike with our lord and commanding officer is worth weeks digging in the trenches.”
Frank was uncertain if that was another military metaphor, but he knew that the technician was correct.
“Yeah, you’re right, Angie. I’ll get to work on a sim...”
Frank waited for the twins to return to the lab before discussing a more sensitive issue.
“Just what the heck is the boss doing down there? We need him here.”
“Lizzy says Benny is playing building contractor and rancher, and that Andrea and him are sorta doing a honeymoon thing.”
“I can think of a lot better places to do a honeymoon than south Texas.”
Angela reverted to a dense Jamaican accent, thickening her reply to the young engineer.
“And that’s why you’re single. The place don’t matter, boy. The person you’re with does.”
Frank briefly considered Lydia in that context, until Angela left him alone in his office. The thoughts were extinguished as he logged into the Windows server to run Micro-Cap. Frank’s mind was fully re-absorbed by the circuit simulator program, not giving Lydia further thought.
Spoons Ranch, Frio County, Tx - 01 September 2010
The FedEx truck dropped off 24 boxes, the delivery was not a result of Benny’s largess; it was his determination to bring the Spoons ranch into the 21st century. Marne and her fiance were the first in line to receive their iPhones and MacBook Pros, Apple’s first release with Intel i7 processors. Billy Joe stood away from the feeding frenzy, uncertain of the technological invasion, but he was amused that Lucinda was almost frothing at the mouth, waiting for Benny to set up her phone and computer.
By the end of the afternoon, nine phones and four computers had been configured and issued. There remained three small boxes and four large boxes, the smaller containers were for Andrea and Benny. They contained two HTC EVO 4G phones, and a Thinkpad model T510 computer. These units had been pre-configured by Lizzy and Angela, along with specific requirements per Henry van Doreen.
Benny pointed out the four large boxes to Jason. Jason nodded, loading the containers into the back of Billy Joe’s truck. They would form the core of the ranch’s server stack.
Pearsall, Tx - 05 September 2010
Lucinda was perched amongst her family in the last row of church pews. Billy Joe looked down the long row, amused on seeing the toe of her boots emerge from under her long dress. Billy Joe returned his gaze to the front, waiting for the next call to song.
The congregation standing and joining in liturgical music was their cue. Billy Joe and Lucinda made their escape from the First United Methodist Church. Once out the doors, Lucinda peeled off the dress, revealing that she was ready to go. Beneath the modest dress was a tank top, jeans, and cowboy boots.
Peeling out of the parking lot, then making a hard left on Comal street, Billy Joe quickly went through his truck’s first three gears. Ignoring the traffic signs, Billy Joe made a hard right on Oak Street, then abruptly pulling to the left, coming to a skidding stop in front of Garcia’s Bar and Grill.
“Is it ready to go, Jean?”
“On the counter, Billy Joe.”
Before further conversation could be made, Billy Joe tossed a bag to Lucinda, then grabbed two large food bags. They made their exit from the pub and eatery with the same haste as their exit from the church.
Billy Joe cranked up Willie Nelson as they exited the city to the south, speeding down Oak Street until it morphed into the 581 spur.
McKinley Airport, Frio County Tx
Jason looked at the three gym bags as he accepted the food bag from the young couple. He offered instructions as he set the food bag on the port wing.
“If that’s all you have, put it aboard then park your truck. It will be about fifteen minutes. I’ve already filed.”
This was great adventure to the couple. Lucinda and Billy Joe had never been on a private corporate airplane, and had never been outside of Texas, other than brief shopping trips across the southern border. They watched their homes disappear as they climbed to the north, non-stop to the ‘foreign’ lands of New England.
At flight level 270, somewhere between Tennessee and West Virginia, Billy Joe gave Lucinda a diamond ring. They spent the remainder of the flight sharing a single seat, making plans for a perceived future.
Jason glanced back into the passenger cabin, noticing the couple admiring the ring on Lucinda’s left hand. Jason wondered of the future their generation could have, until his thoughts were interrupted by a controller hand-off and a heading change.
SIG, Needham, Ma - 11 September 2010
Lucinda, Billy Joe, and Lizzy sat in the break-room, watching the somber commemoration on the large plasma TV. The group of federal employees ignored the proceedings as they ate the catered lunch and talked among themselves, their discussion more of a gossip session than any exchange of import.
The young Texas couple had come to understand the reasons for the contempt that Dr Isabelle Paucho displayed towards her pupils. As the broadcast ceremony wound down, Lizzy extinguished the blaring TV.
“You two enjoy the farm?”
Lucy responded with enthusiasm, through a mouthful of tacos, stopping to smile at her betrothed as he pulled a strand of dangling cabbage from her lip. Lucinda babbled out an unashamed, gushing reply.
“Nice place y’all have out there in the woods. Is it always so wet? And your shooting ranges, that set-up is something wild. Doing full-auto stuff is really something else. And those fancy Star Wars rifle scopes, where do y’all get stuff like that? And your security team guys that instructed us, Michelle and Brandon, they are really scary. Ya ever seen them shoot?”
“I have. If possible, be on the range when the colonel or Jason are doing presentation drills. Even shooting lefty, they’re never out of the nine or ten-ring. I’ve only seen one other that was faster or more accurate than Jason or Henry.”
“Who’s that?”
“A Marine that used to work here.”
Billy Joe knew from his briefings by Robert Northrup and Henry van Doreen that active-duty military were generally not allowed access to SIG facilities.
“You had a Marine working here? Why did Henry allow that?”
Lizzy shook her head, looking away as she answered. She did not want to recall some memories.
“Uh ... He wasn’t active duty at the time. He re-joined the Marine Corps when he completed his degree ... So, did Henry sign you off?”
“He did, but said we can’t carry here. Our Texas LTC has no reciprocal for Mass, and Robert said we don’t have the time to do the paperwork for a local CCW.”
Lucy nodded assent with her added comments.
“Yep. That and we aren’t gonna be here much more. And y’all got this place really locked down. If the commies come knocking at the front door any time soon, we’re okay with hiding behind your people.”
Lizzy liked the latino girl’s mentally healthy references and low-key satire. It had not gone unnoticed by Lizzy how Lucinda had taken everything in stride. But Lizzy wondered if the young couple were up for the technical stuff scheduled for next week.
“You guys finish reading that pile of crap we gave you last week?”
“Finished it last night. Don’t have the math or physics for most of it, but we worked on it and think we got a basic understanding.”
“Good. It’s important that everyone understand the new comm and control systems. Much of the same shit we have here will probably be running in Texas by the time you go home.”
Needham, Ma - 19 September 2010
Lucy held tightly to Billy Joe as he walked her out to the waiting company van.
“Miss ya already.”
“Call me when you get home. And don’t put up with any crap from dad or mom. The Ranches are ours to run. Just keep tight with Benny and Andrea. Te amo siempre.”
Lucinda was able to emit but a single word as she hugged her man.
“Siempre.”
Billy Joe stood in the alleyway, at the base of the apartment stairs, watching the van depart with his woman. Henry had been keeping a discrete distance, approached the young man.
“They’re expecting you in the engineering labs, Billy Joe.”
Billy Joe nodded as he and Henry van Doreen mounted bicycles. Billy Joe missed his 40-year old Chevy truck, and rambling over the empty dirt and gravel roads of south Texas. He had come to understand Harry’s discomfort from the crushed-in spaces of the string of northeast metropolis, extending across the Atlantic coast from Massachusetts to Maryland.
Billy Joe drowned out the early morning noises of Needdham as the pressed the play button on his Sansa Clip. He followed Henry out onto the road. An eclectic mix of Ronstadt, Waylon Jennings, Baez, and ‘Head and the Heart’ played into his brain, as he progressed down the road to 60 Dedham Avenuue. He was setting his mind up for another day of systems theory and tutorials. Billy Joe missed the Ranch. He knew that he would miss Lucinda the most. Billy Joe realized how much he disliked this area now that Lucy was gone.
SIG, Neeham, Ma - 23 September 2010
Mike Frothers set the two electronic assemblies on the table in front of the twins and Billy Joe. Angela and Robert Northrup stood by, assisting the instructional efforts.
“This is what you retrieved about six years ago. You’re already familiar with it, so we’ll start with the smaller device...”
Mike pointed to the list of actions on the small white board.
“The first step is to determine if the device is active. Do not assume continuous transmission, otherwise it would be easy to detect at a reasonable distance.”
The twins pulled the device in, looking into the simple, but not simplistic, circuit. Mike continued his tutorial.
“If you cannot detect active transmissions, then the next step would be to look for passive emissions, mostly determined by the processor’s clock rate. But that is all near-field stuff, and will not be seen in B-emissions without a sensitive receiver. Remember why, Billy Joe?”
“Uh ... inverse-square for radiated power?”
“Exactly. Also, near-field stuff is reactive up close, and because the E and H fields don’t bother each other.”
Robert cringed at Frank’s instructional technique, but knew that this was not an engineering-level tutorial.
“ ... Another thing, passive emissions in the near-field will be bounced around by your body, so if the sensor is near you, you’ll see some weird phase relationships. So you need to know the main freq, which will determine the one-sixth wavelength radiation point. After you’ve determined the transition, go far-field to avoid loading the signal, which makes it easier to determine if you have multiple devices in the area that are talking to each other ... Now if we look at the signals using...”
Billy Joe scribbled copious notes as the twins sat impassively, seemingly able to instantly absorb all of the information.
“ ... but we may have another case, where the device seems to be powered, but has no emissions. Not uncommon for the most recent surveil systems. Several ways this can be done. Sleep or suspend mode, sophisticated pcb and enclosure design, or use of very low power and very low freq devices. The thing about low-freqs is that they are easy to find. To radiate at all, the dimensions for whatever is used as the antenna is long. Very long. A common trick to avoid an obvious antenna is using induction into a large piece of metal that it’s attached to. Or wrapping a short wire around an AC mains feed. Or capacitive coupling using a long PCB trace into an adjacent device. The wave-front will propagate like this...”
The forensic hardware analysis session lasted past noon. Billy Joe was ready for lunch and a walk around the block. Harry and Doris ‘saved’ his life.
“Y’all still at it? How ‘bout it, Robert? Lunch time. Saddle up, Billy Joe, Doris is taking us to Carla’s.”
As the Spoons tribe departed the building, Michelle drove a company van around to meet them.
Carla’s Restaurant, Needham, Ma
“ ... don’t be mean, baby, Billy Joe is doing his best. He’s not an engineer.”
“Bull. Hockey Puck. He took calc and physics at Southwest JC. He made the same grades as I did at A&M. The boy is just feeling sorry for himself.”
Harry leaned over the table, focusing the remainder of his reply to his brother.
“You don’t get to do what you want to do all the time. When ya run the ranches, you’re gonna find that the responsibility means less playing around, and more doing stuff for others. That’s called ‘leadership’. It’s why Benny and me are payin’ you and your woman big bucks. Suck it up, Billy Joe.”
“Yeah, I get the message. I’ll do it, but I don’t have to like it ... You gonna eat those frys?”
Doris raised her head in laughter, amused for the silly little traits the genetic lottery machine had passed out to the Spoons clan.
“Have at ‘em. Now listen up. We told ya about the stuff that happened with the military, and the dirty stuff they tried to pull on us. Benny thinks that we’re gettin’ back to that same situation. Remember what you happened on ‘bout two years ago? Them two scumbags putting surveillance stuff at the ranch?
“Yeah, it’s what started the crazy stuff for Lucy and me. This is more garbage from that same Stewart guy?”
“Some is, some is not. He may have instigated some of this crap, but it turns out that he may be one of the good guys.”
“Yeah? What makes Stewart so different from the others?”
“Benny and Henry think that there are several organizations involved, internal to various agencies not associated with the intelligence people. And there is a third group, independent and not-governmental. You’ve heard Benny talk about this bunch of folk. They seem to have these God-like powers to see anything. Anyway, it looks the people that may be on the opposite side as Stewart are attempting to shadow our moves and run our trading loops.”
“What for? You’re already making these secret-agent clowns several mil a month. Why would they try to set up all of that stuff and do the same thing when they can just get it from you SIG guys?”
“Like I said, they are not the same people ... Billy Joe, Dad is right. The government is at war with itself, not a full-blown civil war, but it’s a war. And, according to Stewart, they’ve tried to make their own trading stacks, and they’re still tryin’. Benny didn’t ask for this, and neither did Doris and me. But here it is. You keep with the program and learn the stuff, or you and Lucy walk, and Benny and me take over the ranches. Remember what Spock said, ‘The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one’.”
Billy Joe and Doris made no attempt to mask eye rolls at Harry’s, yet another, socialistic/utopic Star Trek quote.
“Okay ... I’m in. But I’ll promise ya this, brother or not, if something happens to Lucy or Marne because of this, I’m a comin’ for you and Benny.”
SIG, Needham, Ma - 16 November 2010
Robert Northrup’s office had long since been purged of the previous occupant’s opulence. Regardless of this conscious effort, the office remained the most garnished and finished of all spaces within the SIG building. Billy Joe’s regard of the office was circumspect and non-committal. Billy Joe was less than circumspect per his response to the lawyer. Henry had said nothing and was determined to remain a spectator.
“ ... and for the last one, I don’t think so, Mister Northrup. It ain’t gonna happen. If they come a-knockin, I’m gonna shut the gates and lock my door, and get my gun. Don’t you legal folks always say something about making them show a warrant?”
“National security regulations, per the many adjudications on executive orders and administrative laws post 9-11, tend to disallow or circumvent certain restrictions found in the fourth and sixth amendments.”
“Say what? My dad would fight this un-american crap.”
“He, and you by proxy, may choose to do so. It would, most likely, be an unrecoverable pursuit, and few would be able to support that action, or they will at least feel that they are not able to oppose the behemoth structures behind such extra-legal demands.”
“What the heck is wrong with people?”
“Vorauseilender gehorsam.”
“I’ve heard that crap before. This ain’t no 1930s Germany.”
“I agree. It is not. The culture and societies and economies are not similar, but the internal mechanics of centralizing control systems are identical.”
“So your saying that we’re frogs sitting in a pot of water being heated up but not yet boiling.”
“In a sense. I believe that Benson and Harry are fond of quoting various science-fiction sources. His most appropriate quote would be ‘the avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebbles to vote.’ It is the reality of our situation.”
Billy Joe smiled. It was, in fact, his favorite saying from his favored S/F series, Babylon 5.
“Yeah, Kosh Naranek said that. If Kosh said it, it can’t be wrong. So I’d just be spitting into the wind if I went head-to-head with these people.”
“To dispense with further metaphors, that would be true. For you, operating alone, seeking justice would surely not result in anything favorable for you or your family. With the support of SIG and Stewart’s people, we may be able to ... perhaps we can channel the coming avalanche into a more favorable path.”
“So what’s next?”
“Next week, we will fly you to a training site in Virginia for at least three weeks. You will meet General Stewart. His people will train you.”
“Those Marines? The people that attacked Andrea? What the heck for?”
“Because you have innate skills, and traits, that neither follow, or are to be found in Harrison or Benson; a potential we need to develop before Benson decides to go out west.”
“I ain’t gonna do no Marine boot-camp thing.”
“And we do not expect you to. Mister Spoons, and please excuse the additional metaphors, Henry and myself find you to be a large and freshly mined diamond. A diamond that resists all attempts to polish and make pretty for any pretense of fashion.”
“I ain’t jewelry.”
“What I mean to say, is that some say that you should have chosen to be an engineer. Also, Henry believes that you would have made an excellent army officer. Albeit with your increasing distaste, you have mastered technical details, weapons tactics, and basic self defense. All in an extremely short time.”
“Yeah? Do I get an oatmeal raisin cookie for all of that? I like a good cookie with fresh coffee.”
Robert ignored the irreverent sarcasm. It was the young man’s trademark. He had become respected among SIG personnel for his respectful disrespect of authority. And it was time to turn the man into something he would not normally seek.
SIG, Needham, Ma - 24 November 2010
Lizzy and Angela discretely observed Billy Joe work the weights with determination. Exiting the weight room, into the showers, the two women exchanged conspiratorial giggles.
“Tell me you wouldn’t jump that, girl.”
“Damn right I would, but I’m not a skank. The boy is engaged. And I like Lucy. You would?”
“I would be his slut and ride that cowboy if he asked. But yeah, not right for Lucy.”