ReginaldChapter 19
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“Probably not, Carol? It IS Carol, isn’t it?” With identical twins, the question is vital, but sometimes accurate.
“Spot-on, cuz. So what delayed you today?”
“Research at the library, before we left the university. We have a bunch of printouts to go over, related to your problem today.”
“Good, but you need to get prepared for dinner. It will be ready for the table in about ten minutes. Holly had this idea for chicken casserole with dumplings, and the dumplings were ready fifteen minutes ago, so we fished them out and laid them in a smaller covered dish before putting them back in the oven, to keep them from going too soggy. We put the serving plates in to warm them slightly before we dish it all out.” The table was already laid for the meal, and the whole family were soon helping themselves to the casserole. Frances explained to Fiona and the twins how their glass research had delayed their departure for home, and apologised. Fiona quickly dismissed the apology. “You don’t need to apologise, Frances. Research should never be apologised for!” Holly was querulous.
“Why did you need to do research on glass? Was it anything to do with what happened here today?” Frances looked to Reg to reply.
“To some extent, Holly. I wondered whether we could add a clear protective layer to reinforce the glass of the windows, thus the hunting around for facts on glass. We have various copies of things we found, but we still have to read them over, to educate ourselves on the topic.”
“Oh? Can we do some of the reading? We would like to make ourselves useful, Frances.” Frances glanced at Reg and got an amused flicker of his eyes, and replied, “I don’t see why not, Holly. You girls are important in defending this house.”
“Goody! You guys can start, while Carol and I get the table cleared and the dishes washed and put away.” When they returned to the living room, the whole family were clustered round the large table, each with a photocopy in hand. Carol demanded to know what they had found so far. Erika told them, “I found that the first glass was as a result of a meteorite impact in the desert, fusing sand into glass. By glass, I mean stuff you might see through. The black stuff, obsidian, is volcanic glass, and it provided the sharpest edges for tools and spear points.”
“Yes, and that was tens of thousands of years ago,” added Freda. “In more recent times, pieces of that meteoritic glass were used for various objects. Glass beads were being used far back in time; 12,000 B.C. has been suggested. Even a pendant from Tutankhamun’s tomb had within it a scarab beetle made out of glass; glass was that special. Ancient Egyptians made glass containers by making a core of sand and coating it with molten glass. The core dried and could be poured out. Eventually the idea of blowing glass became prevalent, but the glass was various colours due to impurities.” Frances gestured for Prudence to speak.
“The next major improvement was when the Romans learned how to make glass that was purer and therefore clearer than naturally-occurring glass. They used it to make windows, and more and more glass bottles were manufactured by Roman glassmakers. They learned they could add chemicals to make specific colours in glass.” Holly asked, “How did they make window glass?” Reg contributed, “The first flat glass, for windows or anything else, was essentially blown bottle glass that is cut with large scissors while still flexible, and the two sides pushed down to become flat. It never worked very well, for the curvature was still inside the glass as it cooled, so the clarity you want is not there.”
“You couldn’t make large sheets of glass that way, either, I would think,” commented Carol.
“Correct, Carol,” declared Reg. “Well observed. That was why glass developers aimed for a float glass system, and someone eventually invented such a technique. According to my reading, to make it cost-effective it had to be a continuous casting process, which made it extremely difficult to keep the glass flat as it cooled while it moved along some kind of conveyor. The famous Henry Bessemer invented a means whereby the newly formed glass was sent through rollers to flatten it, but that proved not to be a good solution, so hand-blown processes continued to be most used. Larger panes were made by blowing molten glass inside an iron cylinder, then the ends were cut off, and a cut made down the long axis; then the sides teased down towards flat. It then was reheated until it was flat, then allowed to cool.” Fiona asked, “What about these old pub windows with thick circles in the middle?” Prudence had read about them. “These were from crown glass, Fiona. Glass was blown into a large bubble, then the top pierced to produce a bowl shape. This was then spun to make the glass turn into a large circle. The outer parts of the circle, being thinnest and clearest, were cut for windows, but the last and thickest bit, at the centre – known as the bullseye – was the worst so the cheapest to buy. It suited the pubs, for while allowing light in, they effectively obscured the goings-on inside.”
“Neat trick; the cheapest glass producing the results you wanted!”
“And why not?” Reg challenged her. That is always the target: get the best solution at the cheapest price.” Frances came in here. “What about what you wanted, Reg? A means of protecting window glass from missiles, either thrown stones or airgun pellets, wasn’t it? Surely standard double-glazing does the job pretty well?” Reg nodded to indicate partial agreement, but explained, “Double-glazing is indeed much tougher than single-glazing, Frances, but it is singularly susceptible to damage from high-powered impact. An airgun pellet fired from a couple of metres away would probably break through both layers, either leaving a hole and some crazing, or causing the glass to shatter. Fired from further back, say, ten metres, there would probably be nothing more than an impact crater in the outer layer. However, if fired from a rifle, the pellet velocity would be higher, so you would get the pellet coming through the glass from much further back than a couple of metres; how far back would depend on the gun. I don’t intend to take risks with my family, Frances, so I want better.”
“So what did you research, Reg?” He blushed a little, and admitted, “Actually, I was looking at solar panels and how they work. I had the idea of using a solar panel to front the window and act as an extra layer of protection.” Frances frowned. “But I thought solar panels were black, so don’t let light through?” Reg admitted, “You are correct, my darling; I got it wrong. I had the thought that there was some way the panel could be made to allow light through. I was thinking of stained glass windows at the time. I wondered, if the panel was perforated, we could get enough light through; but to achieve that, the light getting through the window would be much reduced, and the efficiency of the panel to produce electricity would be reduced as well. So there is no benefit to be had from either viewpoint. I am afraid I blew it, girls!” Fiona commented, “Wow! The great Reginald Robertson is not perfect after all!” Freda snapped, “Enough of the snide remarks, Fiona. Our Reg doesn’t need that!” Fiona’s face fell, and she explained, “It was not meant to be nasty, Freda. It just made me realise that Reg is human, and can make mistakes just like the rest of us. I like it that he is not perfect, as he is easier to love that way.” Freda’s glare softened as she took this in. “Very well, Fiona. I take the point. I apologise for assuming the worst of you; but be careful with your words, in case you hurt someone unintentionally.” Fiona went to say more, but refrained. Frances came back into the discussion.
“I had a look at glass in medieval times. That was when stained glass started being used for windows, though it seems that excavations in Italy have found coloured glass from as far back as the 7th century, suggesting it was in regular use by then. Glass in cathedral windows show that a wide variety of colours could be introduced into glass. Apparently some colour changes were dues to temperatures in the furnaces, while others were from metallic additives – iron, manganese, and copper were the main inclusions, primarily as oxides. While most medieval glass was made using forest glass (which employed beech wood ash), earlier glass used soda as the alkali. This was the base for a strong blue glass. Some evidence exists for early medieval blue window glass produced by melting old Roman tesserae, but I don’t think we need to look into that avenue for glassmaking. Incidentally, a glassmaker was originally a glasenwright or glasswright.” Reg interrupted, “This description of coloured glass development doesn’t help with getting a strong glass to resist attackers. What about toughened glass? Don’t they use that for car windscreens?” Prudence was quick to jump in. “Reg, toughened glass for cars is designed to craze: to break into small pieces, held together by thin outside layers. It is then easy to punch through for visibility, so not much help for security purposes.”
“I see,” Reg saw the argument, and dropped it. “So what kind of glass is used for security barriers?” Prudence replied, “As far as I can see, laminated security glass is the best option, if you can afford it. It has two sheets of float glass with a middle layer of a flexible polyvinyl butyral that any broken glass will adhere to. It stops most burglary attempts, for even after cracking, the window stays intact in its frame. The police recommend a 6.4mm size for most security needs.” Reg asked, “So toughened glass is out entirely?”
“Not entirely. It seems that for security glass, with the toughened glass sandwiched between security films, the glass breaks internally but will stay intact as a unit and will resist most attacks for a considerable time.”
“How do the prices compare?”
“I have not investigate that fully. To be up to date, I’d have to do an online search of the suppliers, but it seems that laminated is more expensive but does the better job.”
“So that’s our choice?” concluded Reg.
“Not quite, Reg. We have the option of a protective polycarbonate film on the outside of the glass. That adds to the security of the window, but the film is susceptible to abrasion and scratching. That might make it a high-maintenance option, possibly needing replacement if it gets damaged.”
“Okay. If we wanted good window security, it looks like downstairs should be laminated glass, and the upstairs windows should have a protective film. Upstairs windows should not be open to vandalism so much, right?” Frances had been listening closely, and now gave her opinion.
“Reg, what you have just proposed is fine in theory, but damned expensive for an entire building.”
“Sorry, Frances. I was looking at it as a practical exercise, in the hope that the best solution would not be too costly. I think I badly underestimated the outcome.”
“Don’t worry about it, darling. I can have a word with Daddy about upgrading the lower floor windows sometime soon.”
“But Frances, that will cost thousands for all these windows. I saw enough about window costs to know that, at least. I am sorry I mentioned the idea now. I just wanted to help protect my family.”
“I know, dear. We understand your thinking, and desire to help and protect us. We simply need to keep some perspective over that.” Erika inserted, “We love you, Reg, and love that you want to do your best for us; but we will love you whether you do that or not. You don’t have to continually strive to do your best all the time. Being yourself – our loving husband – is quite enough, you darling man.” Reg blushed at the praise, and muttered, “I still want to protect you all, no matter what.” He got up and excused himself to go to his study, claiming he needed to get some work done, but the girls all knew he was hiding his embarrassment from them. They let him go. The next day at university, unsurprisingly, there was no mention of contacting lecturers about a security project. Reg had retreated from his enthusiasm, slightly put off by the result of his misplaced keenness to pursue an idea. He was still moping in class during the afternoon, and his lecturer noticed, commenting, “I see that Mr Robertson must be worn out by his wives, for he is not really with us today!” Reg jerked into action, “Sorry, sir. No, sir, I am not worn out, just downbeat by letting myself run away with a non-viable idea yesterday.” The lecturer replied, “I am sorry to hear that, Mr. Robertson. Perhaps place your concentration on the subject before us, okay?”
“Yes, sir. I will pay attention now, sir.”
“Thank you, Mr. Robertson. I hope all the rest of your colleagues will also give me their full attention, for physics and mathematics are closely interwoven when we look at radio propagation, and so strict attention is essential for understanding the practical implications. We can’t all borrow from other people’s work, such as Marconi did. He was more of a businessman than a true scientist. He deserves his reputation, though, for his activities advanced radio considerably.” Reg argued, “But didn’t he take out the first radio patents, sir?”
“Thank you for your attention, finally, Mr Robertson. Marconi did indeed, but as with many other examples, the first person to take out a patent isn’t necessarily the true inventor of what is patented. Some scientists are more economics-savvy than others, and rush to get a patent and thereby make some money, while others concentrate on the science, on making the idea more completely rounded out, and thereby miss out on a patent.”
“I find that puzzling, sir. Tesla had already demonstrated radio transmission by then, hadn’t he, thus demonstrating prior art, as they call it?”
“True. This is where complications set in. Marconi had his US patent application rejected several times, with Tesla’s prior art and other related patents being cited. Then in 1904 the US Patent Office reversed their decision and granted the patent to Marconi, who by this time had a thriving business in the United States. There was no clear reason ever given for this decision, and it has been suggested that powerful financial interests may have come into play, influencing certain people in the Patent Office. As if that was not enough, politics played a hand in the next turnaround. In 1943, not long after Tesla had died, the US Patent Office switched again, and granted the patent to Tesla. Normally such a change would almost never happen, as the patentee would not benefit. However, this happened at a time when the Marconi Company was trying to sue the US Government for use of its patents in World War One. Because of the change in attribution, from Marconi back to Tesla, the suit naturally fell, as the patents were now under US control. It is amazing what a government Patent Office will decide, when finance is involved. That decision saved the US government a fortune!” The whole class laughed, and the lecturer emphasised, “This is a perfect example of the value of patents, and making sure any patent you apply for is securely based. If and when any of you are thinking of applying for a patent, remember this example. Tesla died in poverty, as he did not hold the radio and power patents that would probably have made him rich. Alexander Fleming never patented penicillin in1928, as he had no idea of its potential application. He had not envisioned it as a human drug to fight diseases. He had also not fully characterised the drug enough to be granted a patent. It took war, and other researchers, Florey and Chain, to get to that point, and then it took a US government laboratory to find a process to scale up production to a usable level for clinical use. Much of our science history is more complicated than at first sight. Take note.”
“Thanks for the invite, but your mother expects me home tonight, so I must refuse. In fact, I’d better be off, so that I am not too late in getting home. My best wishes to all of you. Let me know if you need anything, Frances.” “I will, Dad. Give my love to Mum.” A few minutes later, Mr LeBrun was back in his car and driving away. They all returned to the living room, where they reviewed the visit. Prudence was delighted with Mr LeBrun. “Your Dad is a really likeable guy, Frances.” “I...
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Erika explained, “Yes, but I think the History of Art may have connections to some of your own scientific subjects. I was intrigued at the idea from Prudence that the first printing ink was based on artists’ oil paint of the time. If there is more crossover from science, then you might be able to help me with aspects of the history of art. Speak to my lecturer, Reg, and see what you think.” Later that day, Reg met Erika outside the door of her lecture room. She dragged him into the room....
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Frances concluded, “Right. Do what you want with him tonight, but I get him to myself tomorrow night. Goodnight to the three of you.” She slammed the door shut behind her as she left. Erika murmured, “Wow. She sounds peeved. Reg, was that a promise to fuck you tomorrow?” “I am not certain, darling. It may be, but I am not going to count on it. It might just be a cuddle like we are having now.” Erika disabused him of that notion. “No, Reg, not just a cuddle. Prepare for a lot more. I can...
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This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are offended by fantasies involving sexually explicit material. Written by Bethany Jacques. Comments welcome to [email protected] Two Way Stretch 2 By Bethany Jacques. It started out as a chance to make some money, in a rather forced situation, thank you dear Aunt Daphne. It ended up as a...
Dear readers, you must have read many incest stories till date but I am sure you must have never come across a sister fucker cousin, like ours. Just read it and then give your comments. Actually, we belong to eastern Uttar Pradesh and live in a joint family. It may sound strange but we were 3 sisters,myself being youngest. After lot of prayers my youngest Uncle was blessed with a boy. My father and other uncles must have been inspired by this feat and thinking the fortunes will turn in their...
IncestHe called and asks if we could meet the next day. And I said yes...of course. He called the next morning after I drop k**s off at school to tell me what hotel and room number. I could tell something was different because of his voice.When I got there and knocked on the door, he answered fully dressed. Smiled at me and let me in. I was surprised to see the vase of flowers on the desk. I walk over to smell them. He knows my favorites are carnations. Made me feel good that he would do this. And...
Jacqui's first customer was a big disappointment. It was Geoffrey, a young deputy manager at one of the mines and a regular from the New House of Joy but not one Jacqui or Greta had ever serviced. In fact Jacqui's impression that he had just been a straight sex customer was confirmed when she spoke what she had decided would be her normal greeting to customers on their first visit to Jacqui's Place. "Well, worm," she snapped, "What do you want?" and she slapped her little whip on the...
This is a true story. I have only changed her name to protect her privacy and memory.Way back when, when rocks were soft- not really, just the 80's. The days of working my eight hour shift and then spending every evening at the bar or nightclub having a good time until closing, getting up at 530a.m. to do it all over again. Those were some days! The local bar/nightclub had something going every night- Monday was sports night all year round, with drink and food specials, Tuesdays were tacos and...
Pulling Her Weight How Lisa Learnt to Sleep Standing UpByRubberwolf Story Codes:? Mff/f nc blkml bd pony At twelve years old Jenny looked very cute as she sat astride her dappled horse Bingo.? She had been riding, or at least sitting on a horse while it was led in walk and trot around the arena, since she was two. At fifteen hands two, Bingo was quite tall for a young girls mount.? She also had a mean streak a mile wide.? Jenny did not, however, know this.? She had only owned the horse...
After having some fun with my pantyhose last week at the Cinema I couldn’t wait to make a return visit and continue to tempt men with my pantyhose.On Friday night I went to the same Cinema wearing five pair of pantyhose. I had a good pair of pantyhose on as my first layer. The other four pair each had a run in them but were far from destroyed. I often toss pantyhose with runs in them into a small basket for wearing during masturbatory sessions before throwing them out. The four pair were of...
NEW ORDER By Heather Alexander Prologue I stood in front of the washroom mirror, I ran my hands through my platinum blonde hair reaching over I opened my handbag and took out a lipstick. Pulling the cap from the tube I slowly spiralled the phallic tip out of the tube it was a bright pink colour as I lifted it to my lips I stopped and stared at my reflection, "How did I get here?" I said to myself. Standing in a washroom about to apply lipstick to my full pouty lips, with long...
First of all let me say one thing, I am in no way making excuses for the way I’ve lived my life. We all have to take responsibility for the choices we make, and deal with the consequences. Let’s just say I was a bad guy, not an evil guy, just a bad guy. I didn’t start out that way mind you, I guess nobody does. You know how this story goes, smart kid born into a poor family, limited opportunities and lack of supervision. My mom wasn’t to blame for any of it, she was a hard worker that had to...
FantasyHii Readers, This is Suma again. For those who are new, a brief introduction. Im 27yrs , from Kerala. Hope u have not forgotten my earlier story named Suma, Daddy and His Friends, My Home 1 & 2 and all. I am here to share more with u. Do give feedbacks about my stories on Continued from part I ……………………. That day was full of coaching classes for me. My session with Rekha didi took about an hour. As soon as it was over she showed me my Uncle’s collection of CDs n DVDs. I entrusted her to teach...
Depressed and feeling her only hope was to move and make a new start, Roxy relinquished her apartment, packed and caught a flight to Los Angeles. At LA airport she called Di Roach’s sister she’d met when Di and Roxy had come to LA for a few days thirty months earlier. God how time flies, Roxy thought and almost cut the call when it was answered. ‘Jolene Featherstone.’ ‘Oh hi Jolene, it’s Roxy Reeves. I’m…’ ‘Omigod, are you here in LA?’ ‘Yes just arrived. I’m fed-up trying to move my...
David cried hard for some time and then showered and dressed. Called his office and signed out for the next week and dialed Clair's phone. After a shower and change he was knocking on Clair's door. He didn't beat around the bush, he was in no mood for friendly chit chat. He started off saying "Your husband fucked my wife this afternoon. I was afraid something was about to happen so I put a friend of mine, a private investigator, on the job and here are some of the pictures I got. These...
A Warning to White Husbands Appreciated what you have. That is the lesson that I hope to pass on to those of you who read this. What I relay to you in my text is not a glamorous story, something that I am proud of, nor is it an erotic tale. I am taking the time to write about what happened to me as a warning to the other white husbands may be heading down the same path that I have walked. There are seemingly so many white men cruising the internet seeking and reading tales of the cheating white...
InterracialNote - This mostly linear story will contain incest, a bit of mind control, free use and naivety... At least that's what I hope. I might have to retcon as we go along cause I'm sort of winging it. In my dreams, she was always there. A pale figure in the distance wearing nothing but the clothes she was born in. Why did it make me feel so funny? There is a veil of smoke that covers her porcelain body, and I wanted to peer past it. But why? What did I want to do with her? Why did her unclothed...
Mind ControlEdna’s BasementBy MissyChapter 1. Missy Revealed Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into Bob's truck. He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was pretty clear that he hadn't shaved that day and his fingernails were dirty and he smelled like he'd been drinking beer. Her mom hadn't seemed to notice any of this - not that she ever did these days - and had told Missy not to wait up when she was walking out the door. It was not like she...
Hello everyone, my name is Ajay Kumar and I am based in Visakhapatnam. A little introduction about me. I became bi-sexual under different circumstances. I was later diagnosed with erectile dysfunction which made me more drawn towards the bisexual world. The following story is a work of fiction, which I hope happened in my life. It’s a bit lengthy and sorry for any grammatical errors. I am an active member of gay dating sites looking for Dominant Masters and Couples. I was browsing through...
Gay Male'You want to do bukkake?' Eddie asked. “Cathy's a pig, she'd do it,' Steve added. Derek and Cheryl laughed as they moved over to one side. Then Derek lay back with Cheryl's tongue went between her legs. Cheryl's fingers were making wet sounds in her own slit as I watched. 'You want this pig?' Steve said as he stood. His cock was as hard and stiff as I'd ever seen it before and the tip was wet from his fingering. 'Yes please,' I whispered, as I tilted my face up toward him. I could hardly...
I was in my late 20’s and spreading my wings after seven years of failed marriage. My sometimes boyfriend Larry and I were invited to a Halloween swingers party at a home north of San Diego. I was surprised that I said yes and the whole week before the party I was alternating between backing out and fantasizing about what could be. We rented costumes for the event and Larry was going as Pancho Villa and I was going as Scarlett O’Hara from Gone with the Wind. My costume was really sexy with a...
“Hahaha...excuse me what?” I interrupted my own laugh. “Oh you didn’t know?” said Ramesh. “No, of course not!” I blurted alarmingly. "You mean to say Amishi spent the night in Dhanwarlal's house?" I asked shocked. "Yeah, I thought you knew...haven't I said this to you already?" Ramesh replied. "Of course not man, this is serious, tell me everything" I requested. "That night as you already know we were four guys and your ex girlfriend hanging out at the brewery" Ramesh started....