One last thing. I hear you're talking to The Australian. Feel free to say anything. But try not to insult anyone overtly." No fear, sir. Thanks again....No reporter yet. Should I have told Mona it wasn't Jimmy Stewart? No. She'd be embarrassed and I'd come off as officious. Who cares, anyway?The phone buzzed. "Yes, Mona?" There are two gentlemen here from The Australian." Good. Show them in." More farce.Luckily I recognized one of the men. "Nice to see you again." Good to see you, though that. “Holly, how ‘bout you keep it and write a story about chemistry someday,” he said afterward.How’d anybody write a story about chemistry? Na plus Cl makes table salt? It was fun, though, that he thought of me as a writer.“You keep my highlighter, then.” I couldn’t think of why he’d need it, but wanted him to have something of mine. “Maybe to draw the line where you’re going to operate.”I think he was as pleased as I was.When converting a carbonate to a chloride -- according to the handout,. I was lying on my side facing Dave. We were both nude, his dickie lying soft on him. Soft? Yes. We had seen to it that he had emptied it twice since he came home.Brindy came through the house and found us naked in bed together. That is not a bad thing among us. We, the three of us, are completely open about our nudity and sexuality around each other.Our evening wear for watching TV is Dave in his loose-fitting pajamas and Brindy and I each in long cotton sleeping shirts. Nobody wears anything. He was fair and was looking good with his moustache. He did not look at me and was acting like he didn’t know anything.Anyway, I ignored that. Maybe because I didn’t show a reaction, he now placed his both hands on my ass cheeks.It was already 7 by then and it was dark inside. By his touch and knowing that no one will see us, I was getting wet somehow. I don’t know what happened to me but I was frozen there and I couldn’t do anything.He moved his hands from my ass to my waist and grabbed me. He.