There would be others like him fishing for details. I noticed the two security guys had already left.Finally Merritt said, "Should we wait in an exam ...oom?"The question created a flicker of humor in the man's tone, "That's why you're here right?"He chuckled and waved us to follow. The guy was clearly a fill-in or a really bad greeter. He looked at his PDA with a bored look. "Solon. Right?" Yeah. Good guess. Was it the hair?" I asked.The guy arched his brow, but kept his smile. It occurred to me. I explained that since she seemed unable to keep her bottom under wraps, she should be made to show it to the whole world via the Internet. She was very embarrassed by this suggestion, but I said if she didn't agree, I would give her 20 hard strokes of the cane across her bare bottom. Having had that punishment on a couple of occasions before, she reluctantly gave in to my request that her punishment would be shown on the internet via this clip instead of getting a caning.I made her change into. We sat at a round table and I was across from Dr. Lowenstein and between Morgan and Dr. Robinson.“Morgan, it’s nice to see you yet again,” Dr. Lowenstein said. “Looking professional as always. Do I take it correctly that you are representing Art as well as Kendra and Mavis?”“Yes, Dr. Lowenstein. We’re looking for other compatible artists as well,” Morgan answered.“I hope you are not spreading yourself too thin. Representing artists takes a substantial time commitment.”“This is my job, not my. I didn’t miss commercialism at all. But, I owed it to myself to check it out, I knew from experience how technology could ‘oft gang agley’.Eventually I would visit the Workings Enclaves, and perhaps they were now more pleasant than they eventually could become. I could visit again later, and see how the dis utopia progressed. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I sloughed off and missed a golden age of progress because I was listening to too much gossip or too many historical biographies. There was.