I don't know if people would want to read it, that my dear, is your problem.I was born on 27th February 1926, obviously even though I was there I don'...t remember it. My parents, Joshua and Beatrice were still living in London at that point. They lived in a large house in Balham, South London, and father ran a number of garages catering for the rapid increase in motor vehicles, he must have been doing well even at this time. My first memories are of the house on Balham Hill, and we had a maid, a. These were of course very highly tenured and senior individuals, most of whom had taken none but the most advanced classes in many years, and not all were happy about reverting to much lower levels."If I'd wanted to be a first-grade teacher I would have signed up for that," grumbled junior physicist Jack Mantegna, drafted to teach basic arithmetic (in the absence of any on-board mathematician) when it developed that the Edenites had only the haziest notion of numbers science. His grumbles soon. Renay explained that she’d dated an airline pilot (Phil) for a couple of years after her divorce, and moved in with him. He had a three bedroom house, and rented one of the other bedrooms to another pilot. Phil was very sexy, and a great lay, Renay said, - and they had frequent sex when he was home, which wasn’t that often. He had no problem with Renay dating other guys, as he understood his absence would leave her horny a great deal of the time. One thing led to another on one of those times. The man, I still don't know his name, backed out of the way and I was surrounded by three men pointing large, threatening cameras as me.I hadn't been paying any attention to Cody. While my evening was being explained to me he had dug through my purse and pulled out my student ID. He was nice enough to cover my address with some tape. But my name and my birth date and my photograph were all visible, as was the name of the school I attended. He held the card up and all three cameras zoomed in to.