And couldn’t get back to sleep,” Karen answered. “You were sleeping so beautifully, I did not want to wake you, so I slipped downstairs and made...some coffee. Want a cup?” “No thanks,” Rachel replied. “What have you been doing all this time?” “Thinking,” Karen explained. “I often do this when Bob is still asleep. I go downstairs – usually, I’m not totally naked – and think about what is worrying me. I can usually solve my problems after enough thought and caffeine.” “What’s worrying you this. Computer whiz. Stanford scholarship. Heavily recruited in Silicon Valley. Within two years, he’d worked his way up to head of security in a Foster City startup specializing in Artificial Intelligence. AI.Jessie said, “He was offered more cash at Dell and Hewlett Packard, you know, old-timey companies. But he went for stock options. Ground floor.”I said, “Why security?”Jesse said, “That’s what he majored in at Stanford — writing security code. He was sort of a campus legend in that field.”I. She looked better than she expected."We've got a couple of minutes, still," her mother said. "On your feet, Devlin. Okay, everyone, last check."Devlin dutifully climbed up on the stool. Everyone did a careful walk-around inspection. "The dress looks nicer than when you tried it on back home," Krissi said as she plucked the train out a little more."I think so, too," her mother said. "I can't think of anything more left to do." Checklist time," Krissi said. "Something old: the headpiece.. She also left a tip. Jim stood up and extended his hand to Jenny who took it and stood up also. They walked slowly out towards the foyer, all the time Jim could hear the faint squelching as Jenny walked. Jim signalled for his car and the valet brought it opening the door for Jim and another opening the door for Jenny. They got in and closed the doors. Jim looked over at Jenny who was smiling at him."Is your pussy wet slut?" Jim asked Jenny."Yes Sir, it usually is," she replied."Good," he said.
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