My son's girlfriend coming home crying and upset about some crazy driver cutting her off. She said he looked like the devil.That picture was in my min... as she started talking to him; I was walking away but caught something about molesting. Brother. Nothing real clear.I filed that away and then suddenly my wife's trip to a work conference was upon us.I am the designated airport delivery driver. Friends and family alike. Designated driver for anything since I do not drink and I take my driving. But he kept both of his meaty hands on the steering wheel as he chuckled."Small part of me wondered if you'd show up today. But I knew, I knew, you were the real deal. Bet you did your homework too, eh?" Yes, sir," I whispered."Get it out," he commanded. "Read it to me."I let my skirt drop back down between my spread legs as I fumbled around inside my back pack. When I found the notebook I pulled it out, then held it tentatively for a moment or two. Finally I opened it and began to read."The. Danny evensuggested that I should try joining the theatrical group of theuniversity but I didn't take him seriously on that.I decided to go pay a visit to the "dungeon" and talk to my assistants.There was only one thing I mainly wanted from them right now. A generalassessment of how much it would cost to restart the project.Knowing more exact numbers might help me convince the Director or hissecretary to give me larger funds.To get to the dorms I had to go north, through the science section. ’ Fenwick looked at Andrea, then at the figure encased in the metal tank. ‘You understand that at the end of all this I have to do my job,’ he said. ‘I…’ Veronica said, pausing and then glanced across with her one remaining eye at Andrea. ‘No, we understand that.’ ‘Even if I recommend decommission of this project?’ Fenwick said. ‘And – by extension – decommission of yourself?’ ‘If that is your decision then so be it,’ Veronica said. ‘After all, our first loyalty is to the Company.’ **** The.