.. of him.”“I believe ‘bastard’ was the word you were looking for.”Jennifer grinned and said, “Jan, we know about EPOD. Nobody really care.... We know that the men selected for those positions are selected because they are good at what they do. God knows, Mr. Gordon and Mr. Davis are proof of that!“I suppose that, at first, we may have had some less-than-favorable opinions when we figured out what was going on. You’ve got to admit that the whole concept is pretty scandalous.“Not now, though. All. ” He agreed as he got up from the bench. I kept close to him just in case he was unstable, but he was fine just a little slow moving as he went into the house and slipped into the big bed and was asleep before I was out of the room. Noting the time I decided it was definitely beerthirty and after throwing on a pair of shorts, I grabbed a couple cold beers and headed for the boathouse. Once there I opened up one and chugged about half of it, as I played out the session in my head. I had enjoyed. "This is just like the girls room, but backwards." Over here."He took her to the toilet stalls, and they went into one of them. "Well, here it is."Karen looked at the famous Girl Comparison Chart. "Oh my god!" She laughed. It was a huge chart, with many rows of names, columns of descriptions, and a vast matrix of numbers.Karen scanned the chart, giggling. "Did someone bring a straight-edge in here for this? Why didn't they just make a website? ... How many girls are there here? Five, ten,. They sent a negotiating team over there, of which my dad was one. I never found out exactly what went wrong, but the team was shipped back to the United States air freight - in very small boxes. I'd never seen Cinnamon so distraught. Every day for a week she would sit on the couch next to me and bawl for hours. Money wasn't the issue (Dad had a massive life insurance policy he'd purchased on his own, plus the company had taken one out on him, and neither Cinnamon or I would ever have to work.