He was oftenconfused for being a girl, which would only set him off, forcing him intoa tantrum. Those were never fun...Kara had to pull the boy into t...he salon with all of her might, nearlythrowing her back out in the process. He was as skinny as a twig, but hewas strong like his father. "Oh come on Sam! It won't be that bad! I getmy hair done here all of the time." She had finally gotten the boy intothe hair salon with a sharp yank that nearly threw both of them to thefloor. Her vice grip. Boston Metro Tech is my home these days. As its sole and all-time brightest genius, I must defend it against all evil forces. Yes, I see right through people. Man-haters. Psychopaths. Sociopaths. Politically Correct Freaks. I have battled all of them at various times during my career at Boston Metro Tech. It hasn’t been easy. And I don’t think it’s over yet. This is my struggle. The struggle of a Boy Genius fighting alone against overwhelming odds. I fight alone. With my resources. I don’t use. Both girls were about 5'5 and around 110 pounds. April has brown hair that comes just past her shoulders and brown eyes like her mother. Sara has light brown, almost sandy blonde hair that is slightly curly and beautiful blue eyes. Sara also has a slightly rounder face than April and a slightly larger chest, April being a small 34B and Sara being a 36C. Both girls enjoy playing sports and swimming which keeps them both in amazing shape.As a practice we try to go sailing most weekends during the. ”“Bullshit. You just wanted guinea pigs,” Helen refused to believe Sydney’s reasoning.“Look at Helen’s hair: longer, blonde and full. How many people would pay millions to have hair like that? Do you really think I needed to abduct you just for my experiments?”“I don’t believe you.”“Puma, dear.” Helen added sarcastically, throwing Stacy’s original words back at her. “You didn’t object when it was my turn.”“You are a fucking criminal; you can rot for all I care.”“One happy family.” Helen smirked.