* * *A few nights later, I sit in my office, pen hovering over a blank page. Over the past few nights, my curiosity has kept dragging me back to the B...ok, obsessing over it. I give up. I only understand a bit, and I doubt I’ll get much more no matter how hard I try. What’s the worst that can happen? I begin doodling on the page. But this immediately feels wrong, makes me feel oddly sick to my stomach. I sigh and decide to take it more seriously.Let’s see, it seemed to be asking to write a name,. This was the answer to her dreams. One of her biggest fears was that she wouldn't be accepted with the way she looked. Then it hit her again. Julies mom was calling her Julie. She wasn't used to it yet, but it came to her like second nature. How could Julie tell her mom that she had already chosen a name? *Well, she is my mom, and I guess naming me _is_ her job. *With that, Julie quickly grabbed a pair of panties off of her bed and a training bra. She put on the sweatshirt and sweat pants and. We were overloaded with rare earths once again, but this time it only took us seven months. The Miranda company actually had to stockpile the refined metals we brought back so as not to glut the market and cause the prices to plummet.Merry and I had a little baby. We gave her an unusual name--Argent. We kept her with us constantly for her first year. Then she went into the creche. There weren't too many children there so they all got a lot of attention. By the time she was eight she was past. I'm pretty sure Shirley realizes that I am -- interested in her; that I really wanted to know her better." Know her in the Biblical sense," Herm said."This is probably not the moment for your brand of humor, dear," Betsy warned him."It's a tough situation," I said, trying to get my friends to understand some of the thin lines involved. "I mean, I'm interested in Shirley as a woman, and, yes, as a potential lover. And maybe that interest really is influenced by the racy photos and all. It.