Some minutes later, Christine leaned back in his arms and smiled at him affectionately. "I was wondering if you'd ever get around to that," she said softly.
Walt grinned. "Have I been had?"
"I had Jim pack the all-white shotgun," she told him.
"Shucks, why not just have him threaten to sit on me?" asked Walt. He kissed her again.
"Now," she said after an appropriate and pleasant interval, "just what was my 'thought for the week'?"
"Kingman," he said, his forehead creasing in a frown.
"Kingman?"
"We've no corner on brains," said Walt. "Anybody tinkering with these energy tubes might easily devise the same thing. Kingman's immediate thought would be to freeze us out, I betcha."
Walt kissed her again and then let her go, "Let's do some juggling with figures," he said.
"What kind of?"