”“What kind of data?”“One simple measurement, the visible length of the inside arc, measured as close to the outside arc as I can get leaning ...gainst it with my binoculars. At the bike shop here, I’m getting a reading of 191 meters.”Mark sighed and nodded. “How long do you need to make your measurement?”“Maybe a minute or less. I count the stores and their lengths. I’ll try to be as fast as I can.”“Hey, it’s okay. These bikes have really opened up our options. We can afford the time.”Emily. All teachings are important.”“There are other versions. Another time I will tell Samuel the one from Kojiki, the ‘Record of Ancient Things’. The Kojiki was compiled in the 500s to 700s.”Patrick and Rachel weren’t sure exactly when Michiko did, in deed, tell Samuel stories. But she did croon to him in Japanese and he seemed content. In fact, though he did fret and fuss and cry, it didn’t seem excessive. And the first week went well, with Samuel losing some weight, but well within the parameters. One grabbed him by his hair and led him on all fours through the house and into a large room in the back. There, cowering naked in the center of the room, was his wife, Tammy. If that wasn't enough, the room was filled with professional video equipment. The bright lights and the reflecting shades directed at Tammy created a luminous glow to her pale white skin. The bright lights made her long brown hair and the soft fur concealing her little pussy shine like a raven's feathers. She was sobbing. I hadn’t thought about what he would sound like, and while he didn’t have an extremely deep voice, it was perfect for his appearance. There was a hint of an accent, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. I had never been good at placing accents, not to mention my focus was more on his lips. They definitely looked like they could do amazing things. He then took my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. He had a firm grip, and his hand matched mine perfectly, as did his height. He led me further along.