The buzzer sounded as I entered. Behind the counter was a young Pakistani woman, our eyes met. "Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit famil... in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started. Several of the scientists had taken note of this and brought their concern to Meiersdottir, who was herself puzzled."Have they hit some sort of saturation point?" she wondered aloud to her husband one evening. "I mean, up to now their learning curve has been so steep it was almost a vertical line. Have we started to overload them?" I suppose even the collective, powerful though it may seem, could have its limits," Igwanda replied. "Or it may be that they are simply plateauing. In us humans I. The ire of his voice penetrated my rapture as somethingfearful seized me and rattled the sweet haze from my skull and Iopened my eyes to see Chuck glowering into my face, hisincredulous eyes turning into a quick seething burn.My spine went colder than the icicles hanging off the roof.Oh Geese!!He--felt!He knew!!I was sure he was going to thrash the shit out of me on the spot thenI'd be mocked like hell all the way to the lodge and bus home--If I wasn't murdered and left for dead out. I got impatient, I felt something warm come close, Rama sat on his knee and he slowly removed the hook from the sofa, as he looked away from the hook, I could see his eyes stare at my nipples getting harder and longer, he was watching it as though it was magic, he then looked at me slowly with shyness, he stared into me, I put my hair behind my ears with a blush and fell thud! On the sofa, so much so that my liquidity breast shook like a plastic water ball on the sofa cushion. He then stood up.