She pleaded in a little lost girl routine, which allowed her to get onfree of charge. Heh suckers, she thought as the bus rode out to thecollege, Sout...ern Highlands College.However, soon, she found herself quite lost. Then again, she had neverbeen there but still she felt quite uneasy. Oh come on, she thought, thatis only an act, my mask, I am stronger than that, Polly Anne thought, orat least when she was not in this form. She looked around to see nothingfamiliar. Oh dear, she thought, how. Bitch face. It wasn't very nice but it had a certain ring to it. I programmed Sylvia to react when she heard me say 'be nice' by doing just that. She would apologize for being rude and she would feel guilty for being bitchy. I hoped that by making her feel guilty for being bitchy that I would be able to modify her behavior.Monday afternoon our team had a meeting to discuss a campaign we were working on and Ronald had just finished pitching an idea of his when Sylvia said, "That's the stupidest. The difference was in the cylinders, heads, and water pump. Abe said he was creating a platform engine that could be varied in size and variable in performance options. He's working on a turbocharger that will beef up the output by about twenty to twenty-five percent. He always has accomplished what he set out to do.I guess the biggest investment is the usual, people. Wes isn't that expensive, based on his knowledge, and the other men were barely productive because of slow business in their old. Oh god, she couldn’t wait, and hurried to the tub.He was already in the water, and gave her a devilish grin. “I thought you’d got lost or something.”She flashed him a smile and chirped, “Or something.” She then laid the towels down, making sure the razor and stuff were still hidden. He helped her in, fondling her luscious body as he did.She leaned into him and purred, “Ooh this feels divine.”“Yeah it does, so what shall we do my sexy baby-doll?”She lit up, with desire and suggested, “Something.