" I'm sorry, sir," said the bodyguard. "Those are the terms, and you must work to them." Well, I'm feeling ready now," I replied. "I can probably mana...e this one perfectly well. But two in an evening - well, I'm sure you know how it is. I need stimulation. And there's nothing stimulating about a woman in a yashmak. That's why muslim women wear them, after all - to stop men having impure thoughts. And impure thoughts is precisely what I'm trying to achieve."The bodyguard looked at the lady, in. Vinci started looking less like the technic he was and more like a Twenty-First Century homeless person as he all but camped out next to his entry point, hoping the exit would appear. But he knew without the right equipment, they might never be able to find him for retrieval. It was a forlorn hope, but it was the only one he had.As he looked more and more disreputable, the strangest thing happened, people walking past him started giving him money. He didn’t understand the phenomenon, but he. We'd been pretty good friends back then, and I always enjoyed talking to him during our lunch breaks. He was a brilliant guy that maintained a 4.0 GPA throughout school. It didn't bother me that others considered him gay or girly.We mostly lost touch after he went away to college since I stayed local and started a small business. We'd get together for a coffee or drink once or twice a year when he did come home for summer break. The talk was always about his latest teachings in the tech. "Oh I just needed to come home and see that you guys haven't burned the house down or are having sex with u******e girls here" His face went beet red in about a half second and he stammered something about nothing like that was happening, just the guys playing and drinking. I didn't let on I knew about the girl in the bedroom I just finished my drink and told him "I am off to bed now, my date was a bust, so I am gonna sleep till noon tomorrow" and off to my room I went. I took off my dress and.