" Try 'continent'," Jessica says. "But he's your boss now, so you better learn to love that greasy, fat-lipped, ass-grabbing monkey."Little Joe chuckl...s. "How do you really feel about Nick the Prick, Jess?" Oh, I want to have his fucking babies," she says without breaking stride. "'Cause, you know, brainless and greasy go so well together. It gets the womenfolk all hot and bothered." Well, that's a bit of shitty news," I say."That's the understatement of the year, brother." Phil stuffs the rest. When it came to brains, he was a very dim bulb. He was giving some of the 1st and 2nd Grade students such a hard time that several parents were organizing an effort to kick Gavin McGregor out of school. The petition was due up for consideration at the next Board of Education meeting, and nobody could predict where it was headed.Well, the question came to a head before that meeting. Jack and Nelly were walking past a small decorative hedge growth when they heard a scream come from there in a. The worst part was always the waiting around for the session to begin. As she stood at attention in formation, she was unable to hide as both instructors and trainees alike eye her up and down, searching for imperfections that she felt were amplified under scrutiny. She longed for the session to start so that she could run away and get out of her own head.Mercifully, the pre-session instructions and roll-call didn't take too long today and they were released for 1 hour independent running. You say she works at the post-MORFS centre, it wouldn't be Anna would it?" I asked."Yeah Anna Clark, you know her?" she replied."Oh yes, Anna is a nice lady. I met her when I first came here. Tell her Mort said hi next time you see her." I said."Is that another nick name," asked Sally."No it was my name from before, short for Mortimer," I said without really thinking about it."Mortimer? You were a boy?" Sally asked quizzically.I felt a surge of panic. Why did I have to tell her that? I had.