She took my glass and walked into the kitchen with hers and mine. She returned.“What time will you pick me up in the morning?”“A quarter after n...ine. That gives us plenty of time to get there, park, and even talk a bit.”“That sounds good, very good.” I started for the door. “Before you go, I would like a good night kiss.” She moved to my arms and put hers around me. Before I could really act, she kissed me. It wasn’t friendly. It was sensuous and included a full body hug with rubs. My tongue. There was a bunch of girls there, boy, was I red-faced. I know that theymust have kidded me some. I thought I was going to be in a whole mess oftrouble, but it was never reported.During High School, I became interested in painting and drawing andbecame quite good at them. During my Senior year, my mother had a heartattack around Christmas. I had to take over the cooking of meals for alittle while. I was always good in the home economics classes. It waswood shop that was my cross. It would take. ?Her eyes are wrong. They need work.??Yes,? agreed Fran. ?I see what you mean. Take a seat, Paula. I’ll make you ready.?And so Paula sat and Fran applied mascara to her face to mimic the thick style worn by Philipa. ?Now?? asked Philipa, looking to Mona for approval. ?I know this is your first time in this position but I don’t expect you to waste time.??Now,? replied Mona. ?No time wasted. Indeed you may soon regret that more time wasn’t spent on trivialities.?Pamela came up from behind and,. The write function was the stickler, that was the part we needed to keep secret.“Jenn,” I said, trying to pull an idea together, “your arrays have both read and write functions, Yes?”“Yeah.” she replied, “For what we were doing the write was important for Jabberwokey and Jill's favorite toy. Read is for the mapping you're doing.”“But if I understand the subchip design,” I said, “The read and write are essentially mirror images of each other.”“Yes . . .” she trailed off, not seeing where I was.