As Meredith pedaled along Pacific Coast Highway she thought how wonderful it would be to have the lips of the 17th Century Mathematician Jean Baptise-Joseph Fourier

on her round alabaster ass. She pondered how Fourier’s famous equation was originally created to describe the wave patterns of heat emanating through a metal rod. But it became so much more. Everything from pattern recognition by computers to predicting stock market cycles used this ubiquitous formula in ways never imagined by its creator. She thought of Fourier’s hot metal rod as the bike seat rubbed against her clitoris and wondered from a scientific viewpoint how long Fourier’s rod really was..

Meredith was pure “Science Chick” and she marveled at the age in which she lived. What if she had been born before there was science and mathematics? If she had been a Neanderthal woman 100,000 years ago, she probably would have had a similar desire to jerk off the male who invented the spear, or used a stick and a fulcrum stone to launch an impossibly large boulder

down on an enemy from the hillsides. Of course, she imagined she was the bait for the assaulting forces, her hefty D cups laid bare as she was tied to a tree in the open valley below. She loved invention, the act of making the impossible possible through the tools of the human mind.

Meredith took long leisurely strokes on her bike as the PCH traffic whizzed past her angrily. No power riding today. After all, where did she have to go? Peter had dumped her last week, and she had resigned her post as an electro-optics engineer at Teradyne this very morning to pursue something she had no words to express. She felt as adrift as the patches of green and brown seaweed in the harbor of Santa Monica. She thought aloud, "Fuck Peter for leaving me". but actually it had been a long time coming.

Whatever words came out of his mouth, he ended it because she wanted too much sex and all of the time. He got tired of the fights and her constant tricks and traps to lure him into coitus.