She had no intentions on speaking to the woman that dated her father, not now, not ever. Clare only hoped that she could get away from her father as s...on as she could.The bus ride seemed slow to Clare. She tried to keep her mind on what she needed to do today, but her mind kept floating back to her father, who she at the moment just despised. After stopping for an iced coffee, and a bagel, Clare headed over to the production studio, and was surprised that it wasn't open at the moment. "Maybe. I worked my fists into the knots, smoothed out his spine. In the old days, I'd have nothing on beneath my robe. But now I was wearing panties and stockings. No bra just because I liked to keep my chest free and showing a little cleavage never hurt the tip money. Behind the bench, I reached down and pushed my panties around my ankles. I stepped out of them. Karissa didn't notice, but Maxwell did. His hand was creeping towards the line of my robe, teasing the folds apart."Come here, Karissa," I. You know, the girls needed to know about those things and they needed someone safe to practice with. Especially Deidra. And that is one of the reasons I feel bad about what I'm going to say to you, now. Look, Eric, I have been seeing someone whom I may start dating in the future. We have not done anything yet, but it is something that might happen. Unfortunately it means that we cannot see each other anymore. The girls know that, and that's why they now wanted to see you now."I analyzed my own. I had settled on a simple triangular point that could be made by bending a rectangle of sheet steel across a line from opposite diagonal corners. A recess for the shaft of the bolt could be formed at the same time the sheet steel was bent, so it would be easy to knock out dozens of points an hour. My idea was to slip the shaft of the bolt into the recess. That way the shaft could be pulled from the wound, leaving behind the steel point.The bolt could be rebuilt by simply slipping another point.