’ Morgenstern looked to Zev. ‘Sorry, yes, I am expecting him… sort of.’ He took the bag. He strode over to his chair, then placed the bag on t...e desk and looked inside. He arched a brow. ‘Firing pins?’ ‘For AK-108s and –74s.’ Murphy shrugged. ‘I talked a few of them into allowing me to dry fire their guns. I’m sure no one will miss them for a day or two.’ Morgenstern pushed aside the top layer. ‘Are these detonators?’ ‘From suicide bomber kits.’ A large grin formed around the pipe stem. ‘My mom. .."What was she talking about? She performed oral sex on me, and she didn't remember it?I slowly exhaled my breath. Was I really dreaming of that encounter? Strange. I never had any erotic dreams while I was in my coma, or if I did, I didn't remember any of them.Mary changed the subject. "Anyway, Jim. How do you like the mass transit system in our little city? Much different than you remember, isn't it?"I nodded absently, and Mary looked at me, concerned.After a pause of a few minutes, Mary. She was fucking right."We like you Jenine," Laura said. "Always have, ever since the first day in your class."Stacey added, "You're smart and classy. I don't go after girls who don't meet those two criteria." Then she looked at Laura, which caused her girl to blush. "You need to get your shit together, and drop your dick." Girls," I spoke up, "my husband's not a bad sort. It's not his fault I'm queer." What the fuck does that have to do with a goddam thing? It isn't what we are talking about. I. "Did you get a perfume sample?" she asked.I nodded and smiled. "Are you about to try something on?" "She sure is,"said Cyn before I could think of an answer, and proudly held up thedresses she and mom and selected. "Those are all gorgeous. Perhaps I canstay a few extra minutes and see you model them?" Again, before my braincould operate, mom said, "Of course, she'd love that, wouldn't you,sweetie?" And again, I could only nod.All four dresses that mom and Cyn had picked out were far more.