”Abby passed the damn thing ... one hundred percent. Smart daughters ... i!ii. (in case you didn’t know ... that’s the nasty finger.)My adventur...us nature had always wanted to fly. My frugal brain refused to spend the money...We have hundreds ... nay ... millions of dollars ... but spending money on me is the last thing on my mind ... Cheapskate!Now that we held a patent from the Queen, we were mining at a sustainable pace. Bowen sold us permanent right-of-way for one percent. The queen took 30. "Whoa, look at that!" One of the girls yelled out. "Oh my god!", another said. " I'll have some of that," another said. Jeray just smiled, and said "Come on guys, I was just warming up, give us a break, will ya?"Zack, a really handsome white guy with a body that was equal to Jeray's and a cock that was probably as long and thicker than Jeray's said: "Dude, do you recall doing something very similar to almost every one of us in the not too distant past? Payback sucks, doesn't it bro?"Jeray. In fact, it's our busiest day of the year, what with all the drunken revelry and the inevitable domestic disputes that result from it. Throw in all of the calls for "shots fired in the vicinity of..." and you have an ugly ten hours of work that usually turns into twelve or thirteen. When you had the seniority that the four of us did, and if you asked for that particular day off far enough in advance, it was usually granted. This year was no exception. I was scheduled to work at 6AM New Years. Tammy's first attempt, after realizing the problem, was reasonably successful. Looking around the kitchen, with its alien utensils that were somewhat similar to theirs (she'd have to raid the Bells kitchen utility aisle later to bring in real supplies), she found a set of thin spikes that attached to the counter. By impaling the bread on it, then the meat and such, she was able to create edible results. Tomatoes were a bitch, as only one slice in the middle of the bread could be attached this.