<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Rachel is so silly! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I think I do too Rachel. Certainly more congenial!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… rub her arm with my fingertips ... accept the overpour from Rachel and lift it …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“To you Kimmie! You made the redesign work all by yourself!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and she's cute to boot!  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Well good for Uncle Joel. Mother says she warned him. She controls their parent's trust and has always had a way with her dear brother. And with Daddy too. I try to learn from her”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… so my reasearch? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Nope, not a fud yet. Not sure I want a fud here in the States. My, um, my research is attracting attention from the shadows, if you know what I mean. I may have to go someplace like Sweden where it's more likely to be used to help people instead of, um, other things.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… yep, that quality time with the 'women in black' and what I learned after speaking with my sisters in the art afterward have left me shaken ... keeping my notes safe from their clutches is more important now ... and their threat to classify my work to put me under some sort of special body of law leads me to want to quit and live off my trust fund ... but I've kept several critical details in my brain ... I know they can get those out of me too eventually ... but nothing I can do about that …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… back to her ... my dilemma is still working and I have ancient forces on my side ... though the shadows seem aware of those too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“But not back to Junior Analyst? It's not like having tits spoiled your brains!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Rachel is passing and hears that remark ... giggles …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Oh, Kevin had brains. Some of them were located too far down to be useful though!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… oh right ... wonder ... maybe come back to that …</em></span></span><br/>