Magnuson was in his fifties at the time he had hired Michael as an all-purpose gofer. By that time Magnuson was a millionaire several timesover, thank... to a series of patents in the field of robotics. For morethan a decade, he had dropped out of sight from the scientific andbusiness communities. The only rumors were that he was pursuing somestrange personal passion.Someone from the outside who could have visited his lab would have saidhe was playing with dolls -- life-sized, mechanical ones.. After she pops a bagel into the toaster, she pours a large glass of orange juice. Seeing a frying pan on the stove top, she turns on a burner and drops an egg in. She puts the bagel on a small plate then a slice of cheese followed by the egg. With plate and juice in hand, she starts quietly up the stairs. Pausing at the bedroom door, she juggles the plate and cup, then opens the door and steps into the bedroom. “Good morning sunshine”, she says while approaching the bed.Turning his head. The gentle curve of their arches, the muted jewels of their toes beneath the dark, reinforced hose. The tantalizing glimpse of Kim's control top beneath her shorts and the way her knee bent as she idly stroked her left foot along the length of her right leg. As I looked on, Melanie lifted her foot, swinging her lower leg back and forth in a girly, innocent way. My eyes followed the arc of her toes as it lazily swung back and forth. It felt like an invitation, a beckoning forward, an incitement. . aren’t you supposed to be home now?”“Mmmm?”“It’s 9:30”“FUCK SHIT!!! Girl! Damn! An hour already gone?”“More like an hour and a half.”“Shit, shit, shit!”He leaped up, bouncing around the room, yanking on his clothes.“Shit, I needed a shower.”“Time flies when you are having fun,” she giggled, wiping herself and stuffing tissues into her panties.They raced out of the room, he tossing a $20 for the maid. A single glance showed mountains of evidence, police evidence. If his wife didn’t get him,.