He wanted to complete the math, but knew he would save a lot of time by making the boxes.He approached the laboratory director, a somewhat stuffy and ...rissy woman. She had very short nondescript brownish hair, and an unkempt laboratory coat, with some stains of uncertain vintage. Her name was prominently displayed on a label on her coat – Professor Bertha Bertoli.“Professor I have something that I would like to ask you?” Jason began to ask.“No, young man, there are no extensions of any type. If. She could have been a Vegas showgirl. Standing in front of me in her thong bikini she took my breath away. I wanted nothing more than to explore her body and show her what I wanted to do with her as far as sex went. I may have been a virgin, but I had been reading for a long time and some of the books I read had prepared me to be a good lover at some point. This much I knew. Myself, well my job keeps me pretty fit yet I still need to go to the gym on a steady basis in order to keep my washboard. The wife stayed behind to continue her job until she could join me.I don't like the games realtors' play. So, I wouldn't sign their agreements without crossing out some parts and had at least three of them looking at houses for me. I made sure they all knew it. I was considering some very upscale neighborhoods and the price tags (and commissions) were out of sight.One of the realtors was Kathleen. I estimated her at age 40, with beautifully and expensively styled dark hair. She stood about. Here look at this that pic was takenjust 3 days ago."Jason pulled out his phone and showed him a picture of what is the spotof the highways it showed a rusty mile marker sign.Mark asked, "Is that proof?"Jason asked, "See that rusty sign?"Randy said, "Ya."Jason said, "That is an old mile marker sign. You can ride with us."Mark got on his bicycle and followed Jason and Elizabeth.Elizabeth said, "You didn't have to be rude."Jason said, "It was Randy who has been saying our parents are.