I'd spend the afternoon here talking, but the calls are probably beginning to stack up."She nodded. "And I have work, too."After cleaning up Crystal c...ntemplated her halter. She'd been attracted to it because of a song, Itsy Bitsy, Teeny Weenie, Yellow Polka Dot Bikini. It was yellow, but didn't have the polka dots of the song. It had a pad that pushed her breasts up, making them appear larger than they actually were. She'd hesitated to wear it in Jamaica because she was afraid she'd "pop out". She came up from her gatehouse apartment, saw the skimpy mode of dress, and went back to change into something briefer and sexier. She’d worn a very conservative one-piece. I’ll be curious to see what she shows up in when she reappears.”Less than a minute later, Marcia, one of my other bodyguards who often went with one of the women in my circle, appeared from inside the house. She wore a string bikini similar in coverage to Linda’s. Marcia was muscular from her tough workouts and the muscles. "Thanks. I think."Another nacho."So, what do you research?" James asked.Victoria paused, considering. "I work with some pioneers in anti-agingmedicine."James grinned, "What, like wrinkle creams and stuff?"Victoria gave James a sidelong glance. "Like nanotechnology. Like stemcells, cell reproduction, neurological development and behaviormodification." She leaned a little closer, "like honest-to-God fountainof youth-type stuff."James blinked and sat back. "Wow! That's insane! You're like, going. I’ll see if the girls want anything yet.’ ‘No, you won’t. They’re still in bed. I’ll ask them. What are their names?’ Emily replied with a look on her face that I couldn’t really discern. ‘Margo and Kathy,’ I replied and Emily disappeared in the direction of the stairs. I went into the downstairs washroom to wash the sleep out of my eyes. By the time I got into the kitchen Emily was busy frying and Bridget was eating her cereal. ‘Morning, Dad,’ Bridget said as she stood up to give me a kiss as.