I found a pay phone and made acollect call to my mother. She practically exploded with joy upon hearingmy voice. "Joan, how are you? Are you OK?" she ...sked with worry in her voice."I'm fine Mom!" I yelled. "Can you pick me up at the airport at eleveno'clock? I'm coming in on flight 1203 out of Atlantic City." She laughedand told me she'd be there with bells on. She had a million questions butI just told her we'd talk when she picked me up. I hung up the phone andmade my way to the ladies' room.. She of course said he wasn't home but she invited me inside to have a glass of ice tea! I sat at their kitchen table, nearly dying of desire. She put her feet up on the table while she talked to me about school, David, etc., etc. and she seemed to like me looking at her, or so I thought anyway. She would move her feet around, rub them together and every ow and then, pull her leg up and rub her calve!I was dying seeing her looking like this and knowing that I had already seen her naked and. I shudder when I think of what other ways the brilliant engineers at Osaka Eugenics could have configured this body and brain had my creation and configuration been contracted by another firm or individual. I shouldn't laugh but I always do when I think of Alondra, one of my matrix mates across the courtyard who was created with a perfect set of double D breasts, a vagina, a 30 cm (12 inch) fully functional penis and a set of balls the size of a rhino. As hard as we tried we could not learn who. ”Bertrand Adams had never met Augustus Atwood, Chairman and CEO of Alpine-Colorado Corporation. He had never been invited to Atwood’s offices. His only contact had been a distant meeting with a second-level assistant, and a telephone confirmation of his engagement for the Virginian Ridge project. He felt a cold rivulet of sweat running down his back. His hand shook; he squeezed his telephone handset so intently that his stubby fingers turned white at their knuckles.“S-sir, I ... uh, that is ....