And the late September sun was inviting. But the advertising production meeting had taken all morning, and calming the nerves, unruffling the feathers... and suppressing the mutinies that those meetings always engendered, took most of the lunchtime. June, her personal assistant, called the local brown-bag deli as soon as she saw Valerie dealing with Mary Carstares and Xavier while almost simultaneously placating George Falstaf. Next Edward, the new art director, threatened to resign for the fifth. More than once, she'd washed that special place between her legs very thoroughly in the shower while thinking about her brother.John almost melted; he regularly jacked off thinking about his hot little sister. What normal guy wouldn't? She usually walked around the house in skimpy panties and a short top, sometimes just a slightly longer top that left next to nothing to the imagination. Whenever she was around, he didn't need Playboy or any other porn to help him fantasize."Really Carla? I. Now that A-Train’s dead, we might have to be a little worried,” Tim admitted.Raymond grabbed hold of Juanita before she could bolt out of the room to lock the doors and pile mattresses on top of her family while they waited out the perceived ferocious storm of gang warfare in the hallway closet.“I haven’t had any trouble from them since all that stupid stuff happened. I haven’t even seen any members of the Darq Squad walking the halls since then,” Tim explained. “Rumor had it, A-Train put out. There was one paper that compared a dozen different neural net implementations against the same set of training data, for speed of processing and accuracy of categorization. There was another paper comparing and contrasting a variety of filtering algorithms, for increasing signal to noise ratios in vibration sensor outputs. There was a third paper presenting the results of her experiments with data from the lathe.“That’s good. I guess you should e-mail them to Gary,” Alex said.“Are you sure.