Max's voice followed, jumping from speaker to speaker. "I would surmise the case has a culture incubator in it. And you really should put a robe on, M...ra."He said that last as she pushed the laboratory door open. Max obligingly turned on the lights, forcing her to squint a moment. Below, the floor was the same black-and-brass. The rest of the laboratory foyer was sleek and squeaky-clean, as it should be, glossy faux mahogany shelves and desk-high work surfaces, the holographic display running. The woman beside me came out of the knit hat first. I noticed that her hair was very blond. It also seemed to be cut in a fancy hair do. With the little bit I knew about her, I felt she must be at least a little wealthy. Since that kind of woman wouldn’t be interested in a country boy, I tried to ignore her. It seemed strange that it always came down to sex. I knew that if I felt I had a chance, I would have tried harder to be pleasant in spite of her attitude. ‘What do you do for a living?’. However, it was a matter of celebration in the town and out on the prairie which was quite different than the shock felt back east in civilized society.Dixie always traveled with Manuel and Pablo at her side where ever she went because there were a string of hotshot young guns that wanted the title of being the one that shot the "Killer Sheriff" of the west. It was strange that folks back east took a dim view of the efforts of a beleaguered law enforcement establishment to keep order in a. They kept asking if I needed more practice. Even though I couldn’t use them for my practice hours for school credit, I never refused. I used to give massages on a regular basis to both Radha and Hari; more often to Radha than Hari. On many of these occasions Radha seemed more relaxed when Hari was not there. One thing that always sticks in my mind is the fact that Radha was much less modest about displaying her 38D firm breasts when she was alone with me. They were smooth and flawless tight.