I readied a series of precise questions to expose this fraud.I made my way through the aisles of projects, fantasizing about the Biology assistant. Ma...ybe she'd have lunch with me. A spurt of white foam came across my path. I jumped to the side as a paper mache volcano threw up a combination of vinegar and baking soda."Sorry, sir." The junior high punk dropped at my feet with a handful of paper towels. Anyone coming past would take a nasty fall from the slippery concoction.In the next row of. At 5:20, I heard the garage door open. A moment later, two car doors opened closed and then the door from the garage to the kitchen opened.Abby stepped into the house. Jeanne was right behind her. I stood up to greet them.As soon as she saw me, Abby ran over saying, “Michael, I want to party in slut mode and then I want to finish partying in romantic mode. Can we do that? Please say yes.”She threw her arms around my shoulders, pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips.Behind her, Jeanne. The pretty little vessel shut down the powerful twin engines and the four humans on board stretched their legs on terra firma looking wide-eyed at the two female employees of the marine store fill the bait barrels with the early-morning goodies. That was a job I was not looking to take no matter how much it paid because I was not inclined to enjoy being that close to the bait on an empty stomach.The four boat passengers were a typical mom and dad in their late thirties and a pair of young lads. We exchanged pleasantries and had casual conversation. She was just getting her annual physical and I was there getting my shoulder looked at from a lifting injury. She came over and sat right by me, and said she didn't want to shout across the aisle, so she would sit next to me if I didn't mind. I said, My pleasure. While we were talking the foot of her crossed leg was right under my calf and she started to lightly run her foot on the back of my leg. She leaned over and said, I couldn't help.