Sorry for assuming that gorgeous young women can’t be brilliant mathematicians.”“You’re forgiven, mostly because I love the way you say ‘gor...geous’. Do you want to skip out early?” She raised her eyebrows in a way that made me think she wasn’t suggesting a visit to the World of Coca-Cola museum.“I can’t! There are a couple of great talks after the break. You know, I flew across the Atlantic just for this—”“See you at your room in fifteen minutes then?”I sighed. “Sure.”That was the way the first. This was amazing. I stepped in, and a woman came from another door.?Get under that dryer honey!? She said. I did. Oh I did.She stood by me and turned it on. I looked in the mirrors and closed my eyes feeling all of the new feelings. I rubbed myself harder when I peeked to see myself, and my blonde hair rolled up tightly. This was definitely going to be a fun addition to my new toy.?Come over here Samantha, let?s get those rollers out.?She told me, so I followed her to a chair and she stood. On yet another, that didn't count, cause 'technically', Ryo-oki died in the impact, which destroyed Ryeo and was reborn! On a fourth, none of those conditions mattered in the slightest, because Tsunami, to whom she herself was bonded, was far older than that!Sasami shook her head, deciding as always to just 'skip it' and spare herself the head injury that 'sort of' thinking most likely would cause. Moving back over to the package, she preceded to remove to more articles."See?" She smiled. I mimed a smoking cigarette and he just nodded, continuing his conversation with his colleagues.My host held my arm and escorted me through the double doors of the ballroom. He guided to me to what appeared to be a conservatory, but in fact was a private veranda. This was his veranda for his suite within the hotel complex.Closing the glass doors behind us he escorted me into the main area of his vast suite.“About that cigarette” he saidI walked over toward him and unzipped my dress. Standing.