This particular summer weekend his dad was giving a paper at a conference in Denver, so it was Mrs. Professor Bertolli, Mike, and me up at a campgroun... near the base of Mount Shasta. One large tent for her, another for the two of us.“What’s your plan, Buddy?”Mike and I were hanging around after lunch trying to decide what to do for the afternoon. I glanced at Professor Bertolli, reading in a camp chair a little away from us. She was worth a glance. On top she wore only her bra, sunning while. She had small but perky breasts that were firm enough not to bounce when she was jumping up and down while in her 32b cup bra. Her dark auburn hair was cut short around her head, which accented her round face and her big brown eyes giving her an impish look. She wanted to look good for Billy by wearing her short leather skirt that her mother still didn’t approve of, a tight designer T top that outlined the perfect shape of her breasts and sandals. Mom, on the other hand, at 38 (She gave. She acted like she was Mata Hari but the fact was she was a Florida cracker and didn’t even speak a word of any foreign language other than the gutter English that she picked up in the school system and on the street playing with the other kids of mostly dark skinned and Hispanic parents. I felt sorry for her because she was like a third class citizen not even good enough to be in the second class status because of her oriental features. She was popular with the military guys on an overnight. Doctor Collins, her supervisor, who stopped by late in the afternoon for his daily briefing, merely asked, “Does not wearing clothing make it easier to interpret the data?” As I said, many men and women of extreme intelligence are often almost asexual.After Doctor Collins left, Julia let our a loud groan of disappointment. “Doesn’t anyone notice that I am a woman with a beautiful body?” she asked herself loudly.That thought stayed with her for the rest of the day and into her sleep that night..