So i gather some courage and call her that miss if u r getting bored we can chat she said surely. So we start talking we introduce ourselves each othe... and during chatting i got to know that her husband is a businessman and he goes to uk once in a month for 10 days as he is running her stores over there. She had no child and she was married for 5 years. She live all alone only with servants when her hubby was out. During talking to her i observed that she is very friendly and liberal lady. She. “Like what” she asked in a sulky way.I said she was needing a lot of stuff and taking all the available dates for upcoming fundraisers leaving other people to look elsewhere. I said she may need to go else where for some events so others could have the arena, which she frowned at and asked if there was any way for me to change my mind. I smiled and stopped hiding the fact I was staring at her tits. She smiled and put her cup on the desk as I leaned back in my chair and tossed my pen on the. I had to rescue the situation somehow. “I’m sorry, Mrs… Nurse Craddock. I can get it up again! I once came five times in one evening with Mrs Hotter!”The woman was right to stare at me with incredulity. The boast wasn’t entirely true, but not far from the truth either. “I haven’t even had time to measure you yet,” she frowned.Well, if that was what she wanted, I could easily help her out. Goodness knows I’d measured myself enough times. “It’s almost eight inches, Nurse Craddock,” I announced. " What?! How do you do that?" I pick off the carbon-12 atoms from the CO2 molecules; force the carbon atom in one direction and the oxygen molecule in the other. I leave the O2 molecules in the air, and about sixty grams of pure carbon dust goes out with the trash."Melanie stared at me. "What?! So much? From a trace gas? You're kidding!" No, not at all. Do the math. We have 1148 square feet of interior space, ceilings over 9 feet high. I find the indoor concentration of CO2 is usually about 560.