I need to do some work today besides having my wedding dreams squashed." I'll transfer you; please hold. Bye, Britt, baby."Ken answered and I told him...in general about my ideas and that he'd receive a package with my drawings. He said that he understood what I was looking for and would look over the drawings and come up with some ideas. I thanked him and congratulated him on April's engagement.He said, "Thanks, Britt. I know you care about her, but wanted to put your career first and from what. I realize now that I do not possess the wisdom to properly assess your Spectrum, and so I require assistance.’ ‘But…Nightwing, what’s going on!?’ He demands again. ‘Why were you so afraid of me – and why aren’t we going to the city? Couldn’t we do research?’ ‘Humans have no knowledge of the Void – or whatever you are.’ ‘Nightwing – why is this so important?’ He demands, attempting to yank away from me. I tighten my grip, and he releases an exclamation of pain. ‘Don’t you understand, boy?’ I. Mandy looked around and said, "Well, you certainly do a good job at it. You really like working for Grace, don't you?" Yes!" I agreed readily. "She's very nice." Yes. I wholeheartedly agree. I bet you're tired too?" she asked."Yes, I suppose I am," I replied.Smiling coyly at me, Mandy probed, "Too tired to maybe, you know....?"I looked at her quizzically.Continuing, she said, "Would it be too much to ask Sissy, for you togive me a little foot massage? You give the best foot massages,". He saw the professor staring at his now well-developed chest. He was up to a C cup and would continue to grow at a rate of one cup a day for the next week. But right now, the professor was just holding his breasts in wonder. Every so once in a while, Patrick would look out to David with a worried look on his face. David decided to speed him along and called out, "Your breakfast's getting cold, professor Abbott." Uhm... Just a minute." The professor grabbed a robe and pulled it on. He walked.