Socially, they considered themselves a cut above. His elder brother was in business, having been given a generous start by the old man. His sister was...married to a businessman, a bit dense but old money so in their view she had "married well". John wanted to be a scientist, so was definitely a square peg in a round hole. It did not fit into their image at all. He got absolutely no support from them for this vocation, finan- cial or otherwise, but he was determined to stick it out.He walked her. Where they had ... er, made some nefarious additions and alterations to numerous official records.I kinda got the idea that the people they sent back, did not travel through time as we had though. They must have just appeared inside whatever record office they chose, where they would then make alterations and additions as required. This sudden (and I can assure you, unexpected) appearance lark, was to be confirmed to me later; but I'll relate that shortly.So the girls being able to produce. In fact, it's hell, yes!"Jan, I have an idea for another guest. There is a friend of mine — a fellow stripper, if you will. Actually, she had the finest exotic act in the country for a short time and then quit to get married. Her name is Jennifer Clifford Chapman. She's the daughter of the fourth richest man in the country and married to the son of the ninth or tenth richest man. They live in Chicago. Jen is a Phi Beta Kappa in history from Princeton and has her doctorate in political science. She was a good talker and did not lack a great sense of humor."How do you think of relations with Israel?" she asked, moving to politics."I must say you are very attractive," I said."What does this have to do with my question?" she asked, blushing slightly."It has to do a lot," I said. "Without your husband being out there, I would never have this great chance to meet charming you." You are very sweet," she said. "It is a great chance for me, too." Do you want to dance?" I suggested, changing.