A normal man can squirt about how far? Three feet? Once you're fully converted, you'd kill your unconverted lady." Cade stopped on the stairs and looked at her. Mandi's face was -- 'dead' serious, you could say -- and she made sense. To confirm, Cade asked, "You're saying that a week from now, you'll be my only sexual option?" Mandi's face turned glowering. "Should I slap the hell out of you now, or let you explain what you really meant?" Shaking his head, Cade said, "Sorry. Poor choice of words. But you know what I mean. No unconverted women, right?" Not terribly mollified, Mandi answered, "Right." After a moment, Cade asked, "How many converted women are there at present?" "Two." "And where are they?" "Las Vegas. One's a cop. The other runs her own business." "And there's another woman like you on Earth?" "Yes. In California." Some moments passed before Cade said, "Nope. I don't buy it," and continued down the stairs to the lobby. In a sharp tone, Mandi called after him, "Just what exactly don't you buy, Cade?" Stopping again, Cade said, "In all this time on Earth, you've only converted two women? She's converted no women? That's what I don't buy, Mandi. It may be true, but I don't believe it at this very moment. Later." With that, he opened the lobby door and left the stairwell. Cade wanted to eat and haul his ass back up to Beth's room for what might be his last sexual romp for a long time, the way things seemed to be going. In fact, he did believe what she'd said about soon being too dangerous for unconverted women. But he didn't for a moment believe that a woman who admitted converting two other women would have any hesitations about converting more if they qualified and were needed. Mandi had tapped the President for money and a place to train people and she'd felt it necessary and justified to convert him without asking how he felt about it, so there was a definite need for convertees. It was as simple as that. She'd need them in both genders, too, if she were training enough of them to justify requesting a place to train them. The sense of total alienation would be too much for many of the convertees, otherwise. Nope. Either there already were more or there would be more convertees reasonably soon, and about half of them would be female unless Mandi planned to spend a great deal of her time servicing all her male convertees herself. Choosing a booth, Cade told the waiter to bring him one of the lunch specials. As the waiter left, Mandi came to stand by the booth. "Mind if I join you?" "Have a seat. Want me to call the waiter back?" Shaking her head as she sat down, Mandi said, "No. I'll order a coffee or something when he comes back." For long moments, the two of them simply matched gazes across the table, then Mandi said, "There are only two in Vegas. There are a few others elsewhere around the country."