There was a favorite uncle who always flirted with her. Maybe she’d make his dreams come true ... for research purposes of course.I was starting a s...mmer job with a friend of my dad’s. He was about 60 and a widower. I mused, “I wonder if guys that old even think about sex, let alone do it?” Well, that could be a research project too.Two weeks later we were naked in my bed, playing with each other’s’ twats. “So how did the reunion research go?” I asked Maira.“That place you are fondling gathered. I was able to trace how Sis and I had grown up year afteryear and then sure enough here were two photos in which I looked exactlythe same, but she had completely changed from a little skinny kid into acurvy teen.It was like cheating. She was deliberately fooling everybody. It wasfake, phony, not honest.And here I had always admired her, always looked up to her for being sotogether. Would she still be so popular if people knew how she had fooledthem?I wondered what else was fake. Was her. Arrian had hurried the Doc along as fast as he could. He now had all the knowledge to help him get out, but he also had the knowledge of what to expect; how they would try to stop him. The Doc motioned him over."I need a drop of your blood. It's for the DNA encoding in the bike."Arrian stuck his hand out and the man pricked him thumb with a very long needle before placing the tip into a small hole in the bike's console. The console lit up and made some faint beeping noises. With a 'ding' it was. Using the yard's resources, the racing yacht quickly took shape. Yard entry limits were relaxed as McCock thought a stream of kibitzers would spread the word about the yard and lead in to the story of design of bigger things to come which would for commercial reasons limit the access to the yard, particularly the holds.There was a steady stream of repair and minor fabrication work passing through GmBH, distracting the Flock from their main purpose in life, namely building racing space.