The reason I said you were privileged to see it, is because the phenomenon is so rare."She continued after a thoughtful pause, "This should give you a...clue. Approximately one tenth of one percent of the female population can display, or are capable having this happen. That works out to about twenty thousand females in the U. S. population of four hundred million people. For all you mathematically challenged folks; that also works out to one in two hundred thousand people."After an even shorter. “I’ve been up for a while. I’m glad I got to see you before I had to leave though.”“Me too.” Jason said, his voice a little strangled at what she was doing. He shifted his arm arms around her waist upwards a little so that his forearm was pressing up against the underside of her breasts. “We don’t spend much time together lately.”“What are you talking about, sweetie.” Helen asked her son in an amused tone. “We’ve been having a lot of fun together lately remember.”“Yeah.” Jason said. She liked sex, so letting him have his way wasn't all that bad, she would get even once she was back home.Back home she ran to her father only to be shocked that he knew. He yelled, "she was a fool, marring a bum, a no account and worst of all a Yankee, what was she thinking?"She told him that she had gotten drunk and didn't remember that night, much less the wedding.Her father was mad enough to shoot him but as he put it "to many damm Yankees run the courts today". So together they came up. I didn't want them too excited if I decided not to take the job. Now, I could show them and, as I expected, it raised their excitement level quite a bit."Well, Christie, where do we go from here?" I asked her after we had sent the youngsters off to bed."I'm thinking I might be able to buy this house, Doug. I like living here and this is where my business is. It is growing still and I'm thinking of hiring another person to help me. I could offer them room and board if we were compatible. Maybe.