I’m from Bristol. Are you from around here or elsewhere, Mr. Stern?” she asked me as she took my hand and we walked over to St. George’s.“Born...in Maine, not that it matters. My family moved to Oregon years ago and we’ve lived here ever since. Mostly to avoid the scandal of my sister’s birth and Dad’s reckless revenge. She was the fruit of Mom’s adultery, you see. Dad laid down the law, got some vengeance, burned his bridges in Maine, and dragged us clear across the country to get the heat off. "Okay, give me a few minutes to get dressed." Don't bother. You'll just have to get undressed." No way!" No funny business, I promise. We know it's too soon. She just wants tosee, that's all."Local help. It's a small price to pay."Hurry up." Great! We're in the lobby. How do you like your eggs?" Scrambled. Moist, almost sloppy." Got it."There's a knock at my door in about ten decicycles. I peek through thepeep hole and see Julie and a second girl. If it's a show they want. Ithrow open the. Then when I was at Dartmouth my advisor and mentor had me working at the original Institute for Sexual Exploration (ISE) in Hanover, New Hampshire. The success of its initial study (the mall surveys) led to the opening of other ISE centers around the country. As I mentioned, usually in less populated and more middle-of-America locations. I worked at the center in Syracuse, New York for six years; moved to open a center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and was there for seven years; then five. As she sipped at her drink, I cleared away all the broken stuff, dumping it outside in the trash can.Jayne was rearranging her dress when I returned, Richard had ripped the front wide open. It was only a loose summer floral thing, the sort that wraps around. Jayne turned away from me as I entered the kitchen. I could see her breasts in the reflection of the glass door of the high-top oven, Jayne was concentrating on wrapping the dress around to cover herself to notice I was getting a free show..