Eva had surfaced right close to one of the other group and one young man looked at Jason, who nodded, then Eva was lifted up out of the water again. T...he young man held her out of the water as she squealed and shouted, “put me down,” but the young man held her up letting all his mates see her naked body.Well most of it because one of the young man’s hands was holding her over her right tit.Well that was it, what ensued was a game of lifting the girls out of the water for a few seconds then. She pulled the curtains together while he turned on the lamp next to the chair. She turned and looked at her young son with a look of pure passion. Mark had slipped his shoes off and he sat back to watch as his mother slowly strutted over to stand in front of him. Staring into his eyes, she slowly, seductively, pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her naked breasts to his gaze. She lightly rolled her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and felt her. “I’ve been working on your problem,” Magus said.Surprised, Calvin said, “I figured you had given up on it.”It seemed to Magus that everyone expected instant answers to complex problems. Trivial problems were easy to answer quickly, but a hard problem took time to solve. He said, “I wouldn’t give up on a good problem like this one.”“So what’s your solution?” Calvin asked.“I haven’t got one yet,” Magus said.Calvin asked, “So why did you ask me to come here?”“Eventually, I will need you to sign. I recognize that a typewriter and typing is to many readers, is as ancient as keeping your food in a literal icebox, dressing up to fly in luxurious coach-class airliners, or having politicians that while opponents, respect one another. For each key press, a typewriter puts ink on a sheet of paper. If you make an error, the only way to fix it with visual perfection is to retype the page.Erasers existed but didn’t work very well. Correction fluid was a big improvement. It was an opaque white.