She tended to remain very pale even in the summer time. Her wardrobe choices were generally much less revealing then mine. There was a knock at the f...ont door, dinner had arrived. My friend grabbed the cash off the kitchen table and ran to answer the door. She came back carrying two pizza boxes and a two-liter bottle of root beer. I ran up to meet her grabbing the two liter from her hand so that she could carry the pizza and breadsticks more easily. She set the two boxes down on the table next. "You'll come up with something." I couldn't believe I was encouraging her.She lowered her voice. "You know, I still like the exhibitionism thing, it still turns me on... I just need to up the ante a little. I kind of like the thought of being touched, caressed. Something like that, but by a lot of people. Strangers, I suppose. I don't know..." Her tone became dejected with her inability to pull the idea together."Actually it sounds like you're on your way to figuring something out," I advised.. " I have a copy of the memo," I told him."Take care of it," Dad told me. "One day you'll be able to gold plate it and stick it on the wall." Right next the quarter from under the fridge," I told him.He grunted, "I'll get back to you in a few minutes."I hung up and then sat thinking for a few minutes; people started coming in for the first period class; the First Bell went off, the start of the passing period.I got up and went up to the front, to Mr. Miller. I stuck out my hand, "Thanks, sir."He. Do you want me to change the subject? I could just say I was teasing..." No, that's okay," she said. "I'm already here, and it's nice to get out once in a while. Besides, I'm curious about how you plan to get that big, because I get the impression you're not kidding." No, actually, I'm not," I said. "Allison's already warned me that her research is likely to be expensive, and, considering the nature, it's going to have to be one hundred percent privately funded. She's hoping that somewhere.