Or the time Sam made a robot that did nothing but shoot a laser pointer into your eyes, and Roy got to help calibrate it. Or the time Sam coded a viru... to change all the text in a word document into lines from trashy romance novels, and Roy only found out he was the test subject when his thesis was overwritten.If it wasn't for Sam's utter inability to create anything useful, Roy would be impressed at the breadth of his academic endeavors.In any case, Roy bravely made his way down the staircase. .."Janice reached up to clutch at her sons arm. She held on to him for dear life."No... no don't leave me... don't ever leave me, please."A wicked grin spread across his face at hearing those words. She was his, now... and forever. He leaned down and kissed his mother on the lips. A slow, sensual kiss. He then looked into her eyes and said... " I won't leave... as long as you remember that I know what's best."Janice shook her head yes and beamed up at her son... her savior... her master.Janice. In fact, the only thing missing was a Playboy Centerfold pinned to the wall.I also went into the house, which looked like it was copied from a movie about a rich gangster with a penchant for minimalism. Gleaming black and white surfaces, designer chairs (hello replica Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair) and an LCD screen the size of a ping pong table, that was mounted flat on the wall and had its cables hidden in a white cable tray. He also had what must have been the only decent sofa in the Kingdom, a. "With that Julia hung up.Ann was shaking violently after talking to Julia. Now she was desperate to get the pictures back. She drank another shot of Scotch to give her courage; put on the panties and bra Julia suggested. They were sheer and she wanted to wear them the night of Dave's homecoming--but now it would not be possible. Over these, she put on a thin clinging white silk cocktail dress that accentuated the tan she had been cultivating at the lake these past two weeks.She took a last look.