She was in a blue saree. A semi-dark blue saree. I could see the bra strap line when she turned back. Her blouse was wet. I think she might have taken...head bath. I saw water was dripping and made her blouse wet. The sweet smell along with the wet jacket aroma gave me some sort of sexual feeling.Suddenly she saw me back. I took the eye from her body and went near to her hubby. I said what happened. He said, there was no one to help us to life the things. The driver and cleaner were arguing with. " That is true old friend," Pedro acknowledged freely, "but still highly unlikely. Any merchant from Lisbon would go to Gwato rather than make for us. There is more trade there and everyone knows it." Well we'll know who they are soon enough," Bartholomew replied, stretching as he did. "Here comes Ibrahim and Salem. I'm certain that they will tell us everything you want to know."As Bartholomew had stated, Ibrahim was in fact hurrying from the Port Gate. He was shadowed closely by his manservant. I quickly determined that I would come back when it was time to build my house and buy enough cut lumber to make it and the barn.When we got off the Willamette ferry we formed the wagon train again and set off for our land claims. As we got further away from Salem the landscape become more raw, changing from cultivated fields with neat fences to open prairie that had never felt the touch of the plow. We stopped for the nooning and Elizabeth went forward to ride with the captain's wagon. Looking. Cook was going to prove that a charged particle beam could scramble the electronic circuits in a computer. It had been calculated that the experiment would be perfectly safe. However, the good Doctor had made a slight mathematical error in his basic equations. He had placed an exponent of minus six, instead of positive six, in his equation for energy levels released. The event that was taking place would have far reaching effects on other peoples' lives. The test button was pressed..