"He had the look that someone gives you when they know you're full of shit but didn't say anything more."Ever hear of the COG project?" he asked."No,"...he replied, not really paying much attention to him. Michael finished logging into his computer and started sifting through his Email as Arnie was explaining to him that it was some anthropomorphic android project some research students were working on at some university."Sounds interesting," he said half-listening.He did successfully pique. She made a bee-line to a comfy-looking chair and plopped into it, crossing her legs. That felt good, she thought. She rubbed her ankles, continuing up her silky hose to her thighs, brushing aside the bottom of her short, dark green dress before she remembered where she was.When she looked up, she caught the bellboy staring at her legs. That felt good. He was just a bellboy, with emphasis on the boy. But at least he was looking.For that matter, she thought, so had the barely-an-adult stripper in. The two of them were still chattering away when Alex came back onto the terrace a while later. The sun had set and lights around the terrace and out in the garden had come on, providing a soft glow lightly illuminating the two women. ‘Having fun ladies?’ he asked as he pulled the champagne bottle from the ice, pouring himself a glass, only to end up with a dribble in the bottom. ‘Yes, I can see you have been,’ he said ruefully. ‘Oh, not to worry Alexander, there is plenty more. Did you have. That was us; "Three peas in a pod," our parents used to say. Philip, Pollyanna and Peter. Yeah well that's my name, Peter, known to the world as good old Pete. All three of us being only children, we grew up treating the other two as sort of surrogate siblings. Phil and me might have been chalk and cheese, in personality as well as physical appearance. But with Polly around, to pour oil on troubled waters, there were never any serious disagreements between us. Well except much later concerning.