‘If you give me trouble there’s only a fine for blowing your microchips to Hell.’ ‘I found something in the archives,’ Sharon states. ‘Lo...k! It is a closed-form, transcendental derivation for the Electron spin g factor… 2.002319304, or thereabouts. Faustus did it but never posted it.’ =2+2*PI()/((4*PI()+3.5/PI())*(4*PI()+4/PI())*(4*PI()+5.5/PI())) = 2.002317935 ‘Why tell me?’ Toy Euler asks. ‘The human character behind Faustus has been dead for centuries. All he is now is an android parking. Now, just sit herefor a few minutes and try to relax." The nurse helped Tessa sit in achair in the waiting room just down the hall from Patricia's room.A few moments later, the nurse returned, her name was Lisa and shebrought good news for Tessa. "Ms. Crawford, it's ok for you to see yoursister now. She was just overwhelmed with shock when she first awoke.The poor dear, finding her husband like that when she came home..."Nurse Lisa shook her head as she walked back to the nurse's station.Tessa. “On top of the dresser,” I said, eyeing the mess. Christy walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing one leg over the other in silence. “Nope,” she said with a satisfied smile. “Well,” I snapped. “Am I hot or cold?” Christy leaned back on her hands, arching her back. The unzipped coat fell open, pushing her beautiful breasts out toward me. I never could decide whether she was a B-cup or a C-cup. Probably a B. Only her waist was so slim, it made her boobs seem big. Her nipples were poking. ‘Another twenty strokes, I think, and remember to keep thinking about your naked maid,’ said Georgina, and without further ado, she bent over and swung the tawse, which connected with a flat slap across both cheeks.‘Thank you, Mrs Beaufort,’ she cooed, as the only sound from Mrs de Haan was a moan.‘Thank you, Mrs Beaufort,’ came the echo, muted a little by the cushion her face was buried in.The punishment continued until, on the eighteenth stroke, Georgina stopped. The poor woman’s bum was now.