. you might be hungry, and we could get something together...”Oh, shit, maybe I had offended her, being a bit of a smartarse. Story of my life; how ...o piss someone off without really trying; I would have to make up for that.“Sorry, Michelle, I wasn’t implying that you meant anything like that,” I said, trying to make amends. “Look, you’ve been really helpful this morning, I never would have been able to get all that done; let me shout you lunch to thank you for all your help.”“You don’t have to. Ching Lee and Patti had a presentation that showed all the before and after changes to the college grounds with access, parking and a variety of other things. Bradberry was standing by to answer any technical questions should they be asked.Then they got into the technical part with cameras, scanners, alert systems, the ID card, how it worked and all the things that could be done with it, imaging systems and other things. With all that done, next was show and tell.We went over to the security. For the next ten minutes they kept on walking straight ahead until they came to the far wall of the room. They found another open door leading to a brightly lit hall. At the end of the hall was a circular room and in the centre stood a four- foot high table that reminded Vincent of a small circular stage rather than a table.As soon as they entered into the room, the light intensity diminished and a strangely dressed woman appeared, standing on the stage-like table. She was beautiful beyond. We ran together for awhile, she looked funny when she ran. She didn't have an awkward jog or anything, it was just the fact she had so many piercings and her tattoo. She was wearing a sports bra, her body was like a painting. She had these really interesting waves and fish that when up her right arm and seemed to “crash” over her breast. I liked to admire it and look at the little details, but I myself would never get anything that extreme permanently displayed on my body. As for her .