She had an IQ of 164. She kept that to herself most times, as the men around her could become ... difficult, if they found out. Not that she found thi... an issue, it just kept things simpler.However, despite all this, she was a woman and reserved the right to portray herself as such. She would not yield to the inferior complexes of her male co-workers and dress in an 'appropriate' manner. She had a figure; she liked it to be visible. If men (and women, for that matter) got hot under the collar. Despite my current state, we’re having an amicable conversation when all of a sudden Patrick falls silent mid-sentence, mouth slack and breath caught. “What?” I utter, when from behind me I hear footsteps. My heart begins to slam in my chest. “Uh…um….sorry,” says an obviously mortified Pete. “I, um, forgot my phone. I would have called, except…. Oh, shit…. I didn’t have my phone.” I don’t turn around, for obvious reasons, but slowly move my arms around to cover my breasts, and close my knees. She had tried to verbalize these feelings to her mother but felt she'd done a poor job of it."Brenda ... there's really only one question that matters. Do you love him? Is he the man you want to spend the rest of your life with? The remainder of those other worries will not matter if you are sure." I do love him, Mother, but it feels different from the way I felt about Pete. I'm not sure why. It just isn't the same." Of course it isn't. He's not Pete. He's not anything like Pete. He's his own. But for now I have seen very little to tell me that we are even killing one in a million of them. That means that we need to think of more efficient ways of killing them. I've suggested that we should breed rats to explore and map the Sa'arm warrens. Also we should see if there is some sort of pathogen that rats could carry to the Sa'arm. Now I have to research and write a paper expanding my thoughts ... UHG! And what compensation can be given to me for taking my time away from Marissa and our.