Dakota was the only person I’d ever met who thought math was exciting. When I pointed that out, she cracked up.“What can I say? I’m a nerdette,�...� she said, crossing her eyes.I laughed and pointed out the obvious.“A very pretty nerdette.”She blushed and said, “Nah, I’m nothing special.”Then she inclined her head towards the door.“That woman, on the other hand, is.”I looked in the direction she indicated and blanched. The woman was beautiful ... she was also my soon to be ex-wife. And the. Pleased at the opportunity to spend a little more time with her, I agreed.We tooled around the supermarket with Sandy's shopping cart like an old married couple. I thought about getting a few things for my own use, but decided against it, just in case Sandy decided to invite me in, back at her place.On the way to her house from the supermarket, I resumed thanking her, as I'd been doing -- probably too frequently -- all the way back from Cincinnati. With Paul Warren's permission, I'd flown back. They would have been dumped. Of course, these kids have no life skills other than sex. They don’t know how to read or write. Probably, they don’t even know how to deal with money. I’m sure that if you were to contact juvenile detention facilities, they would have information about kids that fit that profile. If we can interview those kids, we may be able to acquire additional clues concerning the ring. A police artist will at least give us an idea of what these creatures look like.”Olim was. The scene on-screen had evelved into a threesome; another well built man had entered the picture and was getting blown by both chicks at once. Wendy giggled like a little girl and reached up with her other hand to pull up her undersized nightshirt, wich had already ridden up around her belly. She pulled it up and held it up under her chin to expose her boobs to my hand as it continued lightly pulling, pinching, squeezing. Her nips stuck out almost a full inch from her areolas. As if from a far.