He bent to study an overlay of colored lines that made a regular pattern across its surface."Is this from the series of magnetometer flights you had m... make last week?" Yes, these are lines of magnetic field intensity. This really big jog, right here, is our installation. The rest of the pattern seems to be natural." I see what you mean. It really is odd, isn't it? The line of hills behind our base shows practically nothing, but the deeper you get into the swamps, the stronger the field is.". ”Angie went back to her spot. She ordered Chinese food and pulled out her laptop. She entered her password and navigated to the database to search for city records. She entered ‘ROSE DELA*’ and waited. There was were several hits. Most were from the Nineties, but there was one dated Saturday, 2 March 1956. Subject name: ROSE DELACRUZ. She clicked on the entry. It was an arrest for lewd and dissolute behavior. The name was ‘Rose’ was listed as an alias for Raymond del Rosario.Angie considered. Erin crawled over to look more closely. Her warm breath fluttered at the tip of Jason's penis as she turned her head from side to side."Can I touch it?"Jason nodded.Her touch was soft and gentle, but still it sent a shiver through him. Erin's fingertips slipped up and down the stiff shaft, tracing out the flare of the helmet, the small opening at the tip, the skin stretched smooth down to the base and the floppy sac. Jason winced slightly when Erin experimentally squeezed one of the soft organs. We lowered our heads and hurried up the stairs holding the hems of our dresses in our hands.We found him standing by his desk looking out the window at the city below. His back was turned to us and I could feel the anger and disappointment oozing from his entire being. He slowly turned to us. We looked down and waited for the onslaught.“You two, you two,” he began, almost stammering.“I don’t know what to do with you, honestly. I have given you everything and all you do brings shame to this.