His real name was Roger Miller. He was a very interesting and enigmatic man. He was single, in his late fifties and worked at the prestigious Massachu...setts Institute of Technology.He was a professor of science, specializing in electronics. Well, that explained his ability to get my number. I recognized his voice as being that of the one who had called me on my private line in my office. A line which hardly anyone had the number of yet.His home was as amazing as he was. He lived about a. Hastily opolosnuvshis, he corrected makeup and began to gather. I put on socks and climbed into the shoes kabluchischah. Stockings and high heels woman's most powerful weapon! Guys just thrilled by this. Wrapped in your favorite bathrobe and everything. I knew, after all, why go. Apartments next door. On call Dima opened immediately. Hello! I kissed him on the cheek. Come on, he admitted me. You are not alone?!!! Failing to enter, I froze in indecision. Roman! Oh, it's Vera! He introduced me. Oh, my name is Laura Assini. My father owns the Lazy Inn. Glad to meet you Laura. Hope to see you around. I said with a big smile. She looked like a teen, but surely was older. From the looks of this town, there were a huge number of children from 5 to 17 years old. Most families had five to ten children. I was noticing that the mayors children did not resemble the father. Perhaps they took after his first wife? I got into my auto and headed home. I opened the front gate with a remote and drove. The hotel management team was trying to keep things under control, but was losing the battle, quickly. They had their own concerns.Betsy spotted a manager heading towards the checkout counter. She intercepted him before he could reach it. Without being too gentle about it, she turned him around, and led him back into his office.He shouted, “Let me go.”“You are about to have this whole place blow up in your face,” Betsy said before releasing him.“We’ve got the beginnings of a riot out there,” he.