She had on a tight white blouse, stretched out by her large bosom and showing impressive cleavage. She had on a short black skirt that showed off legs...accentuated by high heels. Her blonde hair was tied back on her head and she wore dark rimmed glasses over her face. She was the secretary or business executive that would walk into the room and at her bosses insistence, let her hair down, take her glasses off and start undoing her blouse while the male porn star pulled his cock out. "Jesus,". This time, my adviser was a full Professor, Dr. Gupta. He used almost as much red ink as Madalyne. On the last page, he gave me a wink.Dr. Gupta had specific ideas. As part of his process I had to digitize the work, so I hired a service to type it all in. Once that was done and checked, we worked on getting the footnotes in place. Through it all again, then again. Spell check. Grammar check. I noticed my speaking patterns came to match Dr. Gupta's hatred of contractions and adverbs. By. When he got there, Bonnie was standing in the middle of the room, a pair tennis shoes in her hand. She had a strange look on her face, as though waiting expectantly for something to happen. "Al, someone's been in my apartment" she said flatly. Her eyes were roaming over the room, stopping every now and then to glance at something on her dresser or night stand.Al moved quickly to Bonnie's side. "How do you know?" he asked softly."Some of the things in my drawers have been rearranged just enough. I just shot him with my derringer." A moment later, a woman of about 50 stood up. She was fashionably dressed, but she was not wearing anything ostentatious. I bowed and thanked her before returning to my wife."Annie, thanks for the backup. That car is clear, so you can rejoin your mother. I am taking my shotgun to see what the situation might be in the baggage car." I looked around the corner of the passenger car and saw two men standing on the ground with drawn pistols. They were near the.