My mind is focused on curing some strange problem discovered or imagined by the customer and my cute little flitter will fly in front of my eyes (To g...t my attention of course.). She'll land on my shoulder to discuss the story I have in progress or a new idea that needs to be put on paper. I've had to stop at all types of places to jot down notes or a quick outline because she nags so much, it has to be done.She usually dresses in her little short skirt and sparkly top with a near revealing. I just wanna look out for what's best, for the best daughter in the world," Mia said.I just grinned, because I liked that. "Wow, that's some title to live up to," I replied.She had an extra large grin on her face, as she leaned her head towards mine. "Well, there maybe a way you can, and have the title tattooed on your forehead forever," Mia said.What the hell was she talking about? "What do you mean, mom?" I asked.Then she leaned her head towards mine, and kissed me right on the lips for ten. To have a young lover that cared about giving her pleasure, not an old husband who had long gotten bored of her body. “Your body needs to be ... pampered. To be pleasured.”I came up on her, looming over her. Her white robe fell over the curve of her rump. She had such a lovely curve to her rear, her figure. She looked at me over her shoulder, a considering gleam in her blue eyes. She turned around, her large breasts rising and falling. Her robe was open just enough to give a little. I push against the tip of the horizontal cross piece, torquing the main vertical wire, and the maximum angle of my push give me my force.Last week I indulged myself and bought a high-tech min-flashlight. It runs six high- output white LEDs with 1.4 Watts from a single AA Li-battery, providing 50 lumens of light, 250 candlepower. It's not much compared to a light-bulb. A 100 Watt light-bulb produces 1600 lumens. But for a really tiny flashlight, 250 candles isn't bad.According to my graphs, I.