I was probably 45, when under The Beekeepers guidance, I trimmed the sides and shaved underneath to reveal my large labia flaps which I'd never really...considered before. The Beekeeper went nuts about them. "But don't think I'm shaving down there very often" I remember saying to him, "it's just a treat for you. And no photographs either! That really is private down there." Little did I realise what by 60 years old I'd have posted 1,000 of naked photos online and have 65,000 followers and my own. Our attorneys submitted a dozen patent applications for the battery to the fast track at the U.S. Patent Office, as we’d done with GCT. So far, the rumor mill had been mute about anybody else chasing after either technology, and I did have investigators out sniffing around the most likely suspects.As I was busy on these two projects, Andy, my chief operating officer, picked up some of the slack, and so did Sheila, my chief of staff; Melanie, my special projects director; and Izzy, my executive. ”“AC/DC.”“Invalid,” she said, wagging her finger at him. “Everyone likes AC/DC.”“You’ll have to give me some kind of clue,” he pleaded, and she considered for a moment as she nursed her drink.“I say Kashmir, you say...”“Led Zeppelin?”“Bingo.”“So like ... late sixties, early seventies rock?”“I might be a stereotype after all,” she chuckled, slamming her empty glass down on the counter to get the attention of the bartender. The stout man walked over to her, his expression one of perpetual. I could see her tan line and realized that she was not wearing any underwear. "Like this outfit?" she said in a very sexy tone. "What me to show you now or after dinner?" I asked. "After dinner," she said," right now I'm starving." We went down to the hotel restaurant and I watched as all of the men turned to take a look. Several men returned their attention to their table only to find their wife or girlfriend giving them the 'you're in trouble, mister' look. Our waiter that night was a.