"Hi," I replied trying to sound confident but I could hear my voice waver slightly."It's you," she said and giggled sexily. "I'm glad you've rung for ...'m on a layover for forty eight hours and I could do with some company." Oh," I said."Pick me up outside and you can take me to dinner," she said."I'll be sometime," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "My car's parked in the long term." Let's say an hour then," she said.She knew a good local place and she chatted all though. I wish I would have stayed at office and finished the project….God help me somewhat….these were my thoughts.It was already 12:30, morning I had to go to the office once again and I would have to continue the work for another 10 hours, and she is not even letting me sleep, man I wish I have stored some liquor in the house, at least could have slept by now.I left her alone at the room and went to the balcony for while, could here the crying noise which was annoying. Standing out in the balcony,. “Oh, PLEASE, Brer Bear, don’t throw me in that briar patch,” I thought.“Yes, motherrrrrr,” I retorted. Then to Deena, “Now, let’s see if this thing’s gonna work.” We had a temperature sensor embedded in a bit of silicon rubber. A temperature-sensitive fingertip.The little embeddable microprocessor board had Bluetooth communication. We powered it up, watched my laptop as it connected and showed us the diagnostic screen for the embed. Then we pulled down a text-based menu to a place where we can. While the larger bed in the adjacent master bedroom was perpendicular to the window in that room, the sofa in our, mine and little Jonas’, bedroom stood beneath the window. It was an oblong room; around 2 yards wide and about twice that in length. The wall containing the only window and the opposite one sporting a few wardrobes from IKEA, were shorter than the sides. Thus, the sofa could only be turned into a bed when arranged in that way, with the heads beneath the windowsill. Even so, the.