My Mark III PEEPER sounded perfect. I went into the bathroom and turned on the second Mark III. It also sounded excellent. I sang along with the popul...r tunes as I showered.I was just finishing brushing my teeth when Tiff knocked on my door and told me to hurry up. I turned down the sound on the radio and told her to hold her horses. When I finally put on my robe and left she scowled at me as she walked in."What's that?" she asked as she pointed at my Mark III."Just a radio that I built so that. I suggested that in keeping with the music we have Martinis. I watched the bartender make them; mostly because I wanted to be sure it was dry enough. That made me think of the old saw about the bartender that made the driest Martinis in the world: he put the vermouth bottle by the glass and let it sit there for about ten seconds with the lid off and then put the vermouth away. This guy knew what he was doing. I was surprised when, instead of a cheap bar gin, he used Bombay Sapphire.I walked. So get dressed." Suit yourself," Jeff said, picking up his jeans. "I already got what I want anyway."Five minutes later, as Jeff dropped the two girls off at a fast-food restaurant in their neighborhood, he handed Cissy a scrap of paper with his phone number on it."When you call, make sure you're talking to me and not my roommate," he said. "That guy moves fast. Before you know it, he'll talk you into anything. I don't want him moving in on my territory."He tried to hand another scrap of paper. As it happened, Anna went on, Colin (the name I had chosen for the occasion) was possessed of a larger than average endowment; she ran her hand suggestively over my crotch. And she herself had been blessed with a bosom that, for some reason, men seemed to lust after; she opened two buttons at the top of her dress. Our 'professional expertise' was at their disposal if they wished to avail themselves here and now.Barriers never disappeared more swiftly. If in the end their beliefs were to be.