She still hated the risk to me, but she could see my point about having to bring this whole thing to some sort of conclusion. If it worked, one way or... another I'd be off the hook for good. If it didn't ... well, I'd likely wind up dead, but I wouldn't be any deader than it looked like was in store for me anyway.But she added a bunch of refinements that I hadn't thought of. The most important one was something that had never even entered my mind, but which she figured was critical: I needed to. To double check, try Exp(1) = 2.718281828. Taunus Trumbo: So you think some of your approximations are correct? Faustus Mortal: Possibly. One philosophically correct point is mass defect and mass excess. I base mine on the particle-to-electron mass ratio. Physicists base theirs on the atomic weight-to-atomic mass unit ratio of the constituents. It’s the nucleus and not the electrons involved here. Taunus Trumbo: Who cares? Faustus Mortal: Well, it generates some nifty formulas. Taunus. ---Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-By Megan CampbellChapter 25 - Home of the WildcatsThe time was fast approaching for the concert to begin. I was nervouslypacing in my bus. I had been assuring myself all day that nobody wouldsee the similarity between Sarah and me, but I was still worried. It wasextremely unlikely that anyone would see Sarah and think of me, but itwas not impossible. Emily and Ethan had assured me that I would be fine,but it didn't make me feel any better. Especially. They danced a few songs. All the men were watching the 5 ladies. The rubbing, the touching, the close contact was making them look hot. He was watching her. She caught his eye, she smiled. When a slow song came on, he asked her to dance. She said yes. First, he had his hands on her back. Slowly he moved them down, she didn't complain, so he put his hands on her ass. He was feeling her, she wasn't wearing any panties. He got excited, he couldn't hide the bulge. She felt it,.