You get your stuff sorted out. See how much stuff the pilot can ferry with each flight. I’ll check with the skipper.”The director looked up and sa...d in a voice so soft and low that his deputy had to strain to hear it:“You bring me a shadow, and if we hadn’t worked together for so many years I would have your ID on my desk and yourself escorted from the building, under guard, to the nearest psychiatric ward.”Deputy Jameson shifted uneasily, but he trusted his old friend to stay calm in the face. One lookinto her formerly packed closet just proved it even more.It didn't take Janet very long to get dressed, not when all she seemed tohave were jeans, T-shirts and sneakers. "This is a nightmare," she whinedto herself, wanting desperately to just cry, but no tears were coming.Once she was dressed, and not too happy with it, Janet went back to theliving room and plopped herself gracelessly onto the couch, letting out aloud fart as she did so, much to her embarrassment.For the next several. To better understand my actions later on in the story, why don't we start at the end of the beginning. i was younger, i was incredibly sexually frustrated, I had a girlfriend who was a complete bitch, and i hated her fucking guts. every second word out of her mouth was either a rude comment about someone, or gossip about someone else.She was blond, she never put out. I was a heavy smoker, but i didn't let my family catch on, i kept it a secret and later quit(without anyone the wiser). i smoked. That daughter of yours has delusions, you know.Yeah?She thinks she's in charge around here.Oh.Yeah, oh. You know where she gets that, right?I know what you think.Yeah, bet you do. Bastard.Hey, I didn't phone so you could call me names.No?Uh uh. Well, not that sort.Oh, what sort then?Something more inventive, Jude. More personal.I might be able to help with that.Yeah?Uh huh. Scott?Mmhmm?You are coming back tomorrow?Uh huh.Good. I need some help with the painting.Painting? Is that all I'm good.