However, the sight which met his eyes was not that of a young child, but something that made him gasp in disbelief.There before his eyes was the image...of a young girl, no more than seventeen or eighteen years of age. Not only was she young but outrageously beautiful. Her face was absolute perfection, with sky blue eyes, upturned nose, and bee stung, kissable lips. The other compelling feature of her face was the vacuous stare of an air-headed bimbo.John looked closer. The reflection moved. Established insurance companies were the loudest anti-Oasis voices. Internally they ran algorithm after algorithm and simply could not find a formula that made sense. That, in other words, delivered the profit margins they were used to. And that their stakeholders demanded.Then Oasis, with DJ Winston front and center, announced that they had signed up their hundred thousandth client two and a half months earlier than their stated projections. Yes, 100,000.Gertie Oppenheimer scoffed, “Typical. She roamed with her panties and bra on.I could see her legs , healthy thighs and beautiful hands. She had a little amount of fat at her belly.Her panty completely covered her back and front.She might have shaved , for I did not see any hair out of her front side panty lines.Her boobs were supple and cleavage was clean. She was not white.Little dark in her appearance.I never realized dark people could be so beautiful. She searched for her something , may be she did not find them. So she went in. Well, that's not quite right. It was terrifying, the thought of it, the fear of it. But the reality wasn't so bad. Just not actually that wonderful.”“So maybe it's something that would be on many people's list but doesn't have to be on ours,” I said.“Precisely,” she said with a definite touch of relief. “In a way, I would like to do it with you, but not for the thrill, more for the intimacy. Because of what we share, our mutual quest.”“You're amazing,” I replied. “You understand things.