Not big projects, mind you, but small thingsthat would test their memories and skills. Things,like I said, to keep them interested in life. I couldn't...help making friends with them even thoughI knew I wouldn't be there for long, or at least Ihoped I wouldn't. I wanted to find real work againand I had no thoughts of staying there any longer thanI absolutely had to, but, as the weeks went by, Ifound myself being drawn into their lives and I beganto realize that maybe this was what I NEEDED to. P ... please reconsider. I am genetically the same as her. She is my daughter. We are the same. I am older. It's a chance. You know that genetically, an older woman has a 50-50 chance of producing a child of much higher IQ than a younger one. I am more certain of producing a child than her, and I am more likely to produce a smarter child. Let her go. You won't have any trouble with me."Ginny was trembling, not fully comprehending the words coming out of her mouth. She had to do or say anything. It was almost sad yet beautiful, emotional, impactful.I swirled single malt Scotch in a cut-crystal glass making the ice cubes tinkle, a sound I loved. Taking a sip of amber ambrosia, eighteen years of sherry cask aging slipped down my throat with smooth coolness blossoming into heat as it reached my stomach, The Dalmore Scotch from the Northern Highlands leaving smoky peat on my palate and dried fruit in my nose. It was the perfect drink for the ambiance, for the music, and for my mood.Silent. A few months ago if he were in this scenario, it’d be impossible to keep his thoughts to himself. But, spending yourself in your hot roommate every morning helps that a tad.It was a miracle any woman took the bus anymore, Adrian thought, enjoying the show around him. Although The Act might mandate something about it. They certainly spend more time on it pleasuring passengers than they did needing to get anywhere. Like the woman riding the skater across the aisle.Judge as Adrian might—what kind.