..and soon to be all mine.Smiling, I relaxed my posture as Mrs. Jenkins continued her lecture ongod knows what. I've had a raging crush on Jane for t...e past couple ofyears, one that is practically an obsession. Multiple times, I haveasked her out, only to be turned down again and again. I don't reallyblame Jane, as I understand that she is out of my league. Normally, shedates the star athletes or the rich preps, while I'm just an averagejoe. Over the years, I've tried to work out and. Your lab station at this moment looks more like a mad scientist’s lair from an old horror movie then a state of the art research facility.When the chamber door opens your life long dream and the purpose of the last five years work is fulfilled. You can’t help but dance with joy when your first living, breathing furry opens her eyes and begins to look around.“Where… am I? Who am I? Who are you?” She asks in a shaky voice.Every bit of engineering has worked perfectly. Despite having only been. She was quick to tell me that's not why she talked to me."It would solve some problems for them," she said. "But there's no guarantee you'll get your money back."I told her that was true but it also was true I might make even more money."My plan is to offer $100,000 against 1 percent of their first $10 million," I said. "That will pay back my initial investment. But I'm also going to offer to represent them in the sponsorship deals against 2 percent of their marketing money."Bailey. After one last kiss and hug, for now, Tim and Abbie are out the door. They catch the bus to the street market, which is a stop after the Wilde Peacock, and walk to the fair. Immediately they find themselves wrapped up in all that is offered. Paintings, clothes, rugs, food, spices, knickknacks, and much more are all on display.Tim and Abbie stop at most of the stands to look over what is being offered. They don’t buy all that much. They buy wrapped sandwiches for brunch, which they nibble.