No one was there yet except the security guard. He asked for my security pass that I didn't have. Crap. I told him that it was imperative that I begin...work. He said he was sorry but no pass, no entry. Crap.I rode over to the patio, cursing all the way. Once at the patio, I found Dennis talking to Steve and said, "I can't get in the lab because I don't have a security pass. The guard wouldn't let me in."Dennis looked at his watch and said, "Too early, it doesn't open yet." Come on, Dennis, I. There were two cameras hanging around his neck. One was tucked more or less under his arm while the other was hanging front and center. He stepped up close to me and said, “I was trying to get a good image of that woodpecker that I’ve been hearing for the last couple of days.” He gave me a slight smile and continued, “I thought I could get some interesting shots from up here. ... But I didn’t expect anything this interesting.”He stepped back and raised his camera. I screamed as loud as I could. He would go out dressed in his tunic and capris. Instead of the muleshowever, he was issued "outdoor shoes" a pair of pink patent leathersandals with 2" kitten heels that made a distinctive feminine clickingsounds when he walked.At this point the girls had embroidered a "our" to the back of his tunic,so now it said "Our Salon Sissi"Often his hair was permed or fluffed and dyed in bright colors, in fullface makeup and trimmed eyebrows.For earned demerits he would have to wear accessories chosen. "Honey, do you look in the mirror when you're getting your hair and makeup ready, or do you just guess?" I mean, I know they're big; they have to be to need a D cup bra. But are they really that big?" Yes, dear, when you stand like that, they really look like that big. You're not upset are you. A lot of women spend thousands of dollars to get breasts that aren't that big or that perky." Mother! Don't call my boobs perky. It's creepy. So what do you want me to do now?" How about letting me get.