" I still had nightmares about THAT Christmas Eve spent assembling three bikes. It was another of those forgotten things that she remembered at 1 AM. ... was just crawling into bed when the kids got up. My second daughter noted that day that Santa cussed, she heard him. No shit! "You promised me, no more 'some assembly required' bikes." No, not bikes. It's a trampoline." I swear her voice bounced like a kid on one. She smiled at me, too sweetly. Rubbing her hands on my chest and sliding down. She has never had it before so bring an assortment of dipping sauces for her to try. I will have a New England clam chowder, if there isn’t bacon in it then have the chef put some in. I notice you have a smoked salmon on a rice pilaf. Ask the chef if it is agreeable to lemon and if so, get him to sprinkle lemon over the salmon, add some lemon garnish and bring a little extra lemon juice in case she would like the lemon on the pilaf. If the fish is not agreeable to lemon, she will have the steak. "From the look of things it's game over Tom." SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! GET YOUR HEAD ON STRAIGHT FOR FUCK SAKE YOU CANT LOSE IT AT WORK!!!!"ok john you have never been this shit at reffing since you started doing this job so what the hell is the deal man?" "I dont know what it is because its not like im stressed or anything it just seems like my heads in a different place and i cant concentrate for some reason." Well get it together cause I dont want one of my best refs going off the deep end on. Getting older? Decide my future? Her eyes widen as a thought struck her mind, shocking her more then anything she had experienced so far tonight. ‘You… you want me to be Master Assassin?’ Her words were whispered, awed and disbelieving. ‘You want me to take over after you?’ At that he laughed, throwing his head back with true merriment. ‘No! My dear love, no’, she flinched mentally, her mind now too busy to pick up the endearment he gave her. Not Master Assassin? ‘Then what?’ She was about to.