“Maria? Maria Canales?” he asked, his eyes lighting up and a smile appearing in immediate reaction.No one had called Maria by her maiden name in y...ars which helped her put the face and voice in some context, but the name would simply not come.“I ... I’m sorry. I feel like I should know you but...”“Roger. Roger Compton,” he laughed. “We were in high school together.”“My god!” she gasped, wrapping the flimsy peignoir around her as if the smiling man couldn’t see every part of her he wanted to. I identified the functions of each segment of the circuitry. Some were very basic: frequency amplifiers, filters, wave transformers, and bridges. All parts of a classic transmitter and receiver set. The challenges came in some of the specialized parts. The input/output ports to the sender's brain were highly complex. I struggled for many hours trying to translate the 1950's era vacuum tube drawings to current integrated chip technology. After several sleepless nights, I had a design that I was. Teeth didn't seem to be an issue. "Did you do this often?" I asked."Not with my husband," Yvonne backed off to reply. "He was a very vanilla guy. I'm out of practice -- but I was good at it, once. I had to be." She started doing that neck-twisting thing I'd experienced with some pretty proficient cocksuckers, and I realized that she was back on the bicycle and the training wheels were already dropping away...I looked over at Sarah, "Have you ever done this?"Sarah turned pink. "They gave us. The little blond looks up from her task of restocking the baked goods and stops him in his tracks with a wide bright smile."Good morning." Said the woman as she rounded the counter with her petite hand stretched out to him."Morning." Replied Nikolai.Up close he noticed that she was younger that he originally thought. He also realized that she just might be the only person other than his mother who knew how to genuinely smile.The kind of smile that lit up the eyes. Beautiful light brown eyes.