“Is that so? Am I supposed to be impressed or jealous?” “Most girls pick jealous. But you are like no one I’ve met so I’d guess neither.” ...��Heh,” I said. I pretended to think about it for a minute. “I’m glad, is what I am. I have plans and I don’t want complications. I’m curious though. How do most girls act?” “Well for starters, when I meet them they try to get into my pants right away. I know it sounds like bravado but its damn near a statistical certainty. Well, except for you. I think that’s. "Sorry." Nothing to be sorry about." Yes there is. Plenty. I was lucky, I managed to slip through the cracks. But don't dare come to New York with nothing under your belt. The gentler you are, the more honest you are, the more trusting you are, the easier it is for this town to beat the hell out of you."I had to change the subject. I said, "Look, there's a cardinal." Oh, look at him! He's so red, so bright red. He's beautiful." Where's his girlfriend?" She'll be around somewhere. Look, here she. Decades later, the newer concoction was that our "weather balloons" were secretly equipped to overfly Russia and spy on it, but no one tries to explain in detail why anyone should expect a balloon in New Mexico to reach Russia - a balloon, by the way, that was only 120 miles from Alamogordo, where we were exploding A-bombs! If they were REALLY weather balloons, they undoubtedly were taking radiation readings, something the country couldn't afford to admit, lest our fledgling nuclear industry. Hopefully I can move up the corporate ladder and either move to another building or possibly run a FGI facility when we start expanding globally.A few minutes later and my interviewer Amanda comes in and greets me. She made Sasha look like a trashy whore by comparison. I could not believe how beautiful the women at Femco are. I know that their staff has more females than any other company of their calibur. Amanda was a stunning redhead in a white blouse and black pencil skirt. She was wearing.