We had a good idea regarding where to look for the rest of the families' grid information. Taking the information with us, we went to the next stop wh...ch was the track point for our particular grid. We went inside and found more information that told us where our power originated on the bigger grid. The more I looked at this, the more I felt we had to develop our own power source and get off the grid. In the long run, this was where I thought we should be. In the short run, it was going to mean. We reached my apartment after a few minutes and we went in as I showed her to my place. I was a bit embarassed as since I lived alone it was quite messy and there were a few things left out that one wouldn't want another to see. She picked up one of these, a playboy issue, and started going through the pages and with her free hand slipped it inside her pants and that was it. I looked to her and she looked to me and our lips met that instant. My driving passion of finally losing my. I read and reread my reports a dozen times until they were flawless. I knew what I was putting out was good. Damn good. I wasn't getting much positive feedback until one morning Ms. Mann approached me and said " Your work is good. I want to make you my assistant." Not much of a pay bump and more work, but what the hell, it's a promotion. It did mean that my desk moved so I was in direct line of sight from her desk. All she had to do was look up and see what I was doing at all times. I. The last time Mary had helped me find a rotten egg she had come dressed as her usual self, but with everything that was even remotely Mary-like wiped off, leaving an insecure person who spoke in a whisper, hands in her pockets, shoulders high, looking like she’d run away if someone as much as spoke to her. That was what I was expecting, and that was something I couldn’t find anywhere in the room. I cursed and decided to start the information part of the one-and-a-half-hour class, even though.