Aber eine Sache ist sie ganz sicher nicht: eine Archäologin. Wo zur Hölle hat diese Frau studiert? Wer hat ihr beigebracht, historisch gesehen unerm...sslich wertvolle Tempelanlagen mit Dynamit und Pistolen zu erforschen? In dieser Hinsicht ist sie schlimmer als Indiana Jones und das will eine Menge heißen. Aber wir müssen ihr auch attestieren, dass sie deutlich besser aussieht als Professor Jones (egal ob Senior oder Junior).Wie dem auch sei, kommen wir zu Punkt zwei: Diese Geschichte handelt. Let's take the back stairs," I said heading that way with two bags."Its right up there," Josh protested, pointing to the front side of the building."I'll meet you," I said without explaining why it was better if we were not seen together. Mrs. Ford followed Josh and I went on my way to the back stairs, up to the third floor, through Company E, through the hallway between the bathroom and showers and on to the Company D rooms at the front of the building. Josh and his mother were already inside. Marie looked around her room and got ready to dress. All of her nails, as Jim had instructed, were painted a bright red. David had forbidden her this color since he associated it with being “a slut”. That simple act of defiance had sent a slight shiver of guilt through her. Jim had directed not only what she was to wear, but the order of how she got dressed. When Marie asked him why it mattered he just looked at her and said nothing. The small frown that crossed his brow told her that this was. After a minute of this they finally said, if you let us in, we will meet you in the office and do the nasty. Both even quickly flashed us their boobs. I looked at the other guy and he shrugged his shoulders, so I said ok however they needed to show up about half hour before the last movie ended. I said that just in case they actually showed up as by then all the money would have been counted and all of the staff except the projectionist and the two of us would still be there, and that would.