“Good morning Martin. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Sabina? Okay, let’s see what you have for me.”The old man rushed to the ba...ck room with a glint in his eye. When he returned, he was carrying a small box. The box was obviously metal but had a leather casing. It had faded marking that seemed to catch Sabina’s eye. The box itself was not very big only about twenty by twenty inches. Sabina examined it closely, it’s brown leather was faded and tarnished. Embossed on the front was. Too many genetic units in too close proximity! We lose sight of the risks when there are so many of them in the same place. It's a limitation of our systems I fear."I noticed Julian's assistant, the voluptuous girl who had been moving markers on my first visit. She was busy as before but I noticed her take a swiftly hidden glance across at me. Had Castwich told her of my work I wondered? Did she harbour desires of being treated as Helena was, perhaps?As Julian completed his tasks at the Plan I. Her slightly stocky legs were riddled with pain, and her feet were on fire inside her black Mary Janes. Her usually bright, black, eyes stung horribly behind her square glasses. Nothing in all her years of unmasking crooks had ever worn her out like this. She had just returned from Widow's Peak, home of the stately Connerly Manor. Its occupants had died two years apart, of natural causes, but now, mysterious fires were appearing throughout the property. There had also been sightings of an. Sometimes on Saturday morning he wished she’d find a different partner as she bounced on his belly, her big boobs jolting up and down.He did not try out for baseball in the spring but did make the track team as a shot putter and long jumper. He worked on his technique daily, lifted weights regularly and eventually won third place in the county track meet in the shot. It was enough for him to win three letters at the year-end assembly.He also pursued Nancy South who was becoming a real beauty.