What do you want?" Could we stop so I can trade places with Jeff? I don't mean to be insulting to you, but it would sure make me seem like a lame-o to...be seen sitting in a car at the drive in with my mother."I laughed and pulled over to the side of the road. "I am insulted. Usually I have to fight men off with a stick and here you are trying to put distance between us." Come on mom, I didn't mean it that way." I know sweetie. Believe it or not I was young once and I know what you mean."We got. ..”“Even by accident? Say you’re in a public bathroom, pissing in a urinal, and a crazy kid comes running in, accidentally runs into your stream, and you blast his snotty little face with your golden bladder juice. Fucking next thing you know, you’re in jail, getting shanked, getting your cheeks busted by a tatted-up Aryan Brotherhood gang member. Fuck...”“I’m using the stall from now on...”“Or did the piss originate from above? A balcony shooter. A roof shooter.”“The Oswald of Piss...”“A. He sighed as the cool water rushed over his feet, took a deep breath and dove out into the crystal water. The cool relief smothered his body and put his mind at ease for a moment. Until he turned back to the shore. When he swirled around he saw a figure moving across the shore. For a moment he thought it was his mother, but after wiping the water from his eyes he was presented with two large factors that refuted that theory. This woman was stacked. Massive round globes protruded from her chest. To the untrained eye, it looks like an antique pocketwatch, and for all purposes it is. But mine has been magicked to work as a comm line to HQ. I press the side dial and a hazy unclear figure appears in the dull gleam of the silver backing. It's Lady Maria. HQ's case file and operations manager - and she looks stressed as usual."This better be good - I'm about to clock out" I say with a shade of exasperation."So long as you've got your badge on, your ass belongs to me Hartwell. I got a fresh.