My question is this: On how many females have you searched for a G-Spot?”He stared at me hard, “Miss Gra—Gina, why the hell would I search for s...omething I firmly believe doesn’t exist?”I felt like I needed to appeal to his scientific side, and I only knew one way to do that. “I understand. What if you kept the open mind you spoke of earlier enough to not only search for an abnormality inside a vagina, but upon finding it, would concede that it is at least possible that it is indeed what is. She kicked off her shoes and curled up on her bunk in a fetal position.Day 4There was no doubt about it, she looked different. Even her stupid roommate noticed. Her nose was fixed and her skin and hair were both darker. The latter was smooth and straight, requiring only a few passes of the brush through the strands to tame it entirely. It was longer as well, reaching almost down to her shoulders. At least she wasn't feeling sick anymore, although she did notice that she left more in the toilet. He was the local boy made pro. As an athlete,he had a sterling record; high school quarterback of the championship teamhis junior and senior years; MVP of his college team, three out of fouryears; and a brief stint in the NFL before an injury in a game ended hiscareer.And Everett had managed wondrous things in the time he had worked with theteam. The team had moved from last place out of ten in the district tofourth, but that wasn't good enough for the powers that had brought himback as. “Are you for real? Who is this? Who put you up to this?”She is patient and steady in her response. “I am who I say I am Noah. You can look me up if you doubt me. I have a website and I am in the office right now. You can look me up and call me back if you wish.”Shit, this lady was serious!? My laughter fades. “No, that's okay. I believe you. You're...actually...serious?”She lets out a tense laugh. “Yes, believe it or not I am. Listen. You aren't just her son. You are her best friend Noah and.