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Lucy is more than a little aroused by the thought of Bob. He's all she can think about. She's at work, but she can't concentrate on a single thing—even though Luke actually smiles at her for once.
She doesn't have to wait too long before Bob shows up. They make plans to get down and dirty after she gets off of work tonight. Whoa there, Lucy!
Anyway, Bob waits around while Lucy and her co-workers tend to zoo business. Skype is there and Lucy seems unaccountably upset about her presence and friendliness with Luke. (Hm, we have some theories about that.)
At the same time, she starts to notice that Bob is, well, kind of a lazy sack of bones. But she's still upset when she comes back from getting tea and notices that Skype and Bob are talking.
Who is this Skype? We're getting majorly bad vibes from her.
Finally, Lucy and Bob leave. Lucy starts talking about the weather and the death toll. That totally kills the sexy mood for Bob, but she doesn't know why.
In fact, he doesn't get excited again until she tells him they are going back to her place, if you know what she means.
But that doesn't go too well, either. They start with the kissing and all the usual stuff, when Lucy seriously freaks out.
She runs away from Bob, starts making tea, and then gets going scrubbing some dishes. It's another strikeout for Bob.
Oh, also? Apparently, Mona has been watching the whole time. Gross, mom. But anyway she tells Mr. B all about it. It seems like mom's to-do list still has a lot of un-done items.
Bob tells Mr. B how his date went, and Mr. B actually seems a little bothered by the ending.
See, Mr. B is trying to be helpful, since he thinks that Bob and Lucy having sex is the only way for the crazy weather to stop.
Bob has other plans. Like, he's going to marry her. Mr. B tries to warn him that might not be a good idea, but teenager God just storms out of the room.