"I remember back to the spy school and confirm, "Ah a PSG-1. Too bad it's not as accurate as my M-25."Her eyes gleam as she challenges, "I would treas...re the chance to make you consume your verbiage."I reply, "You're on little lady! But don't sell me and this old rifle short. We might make you 'consume your verbiage'."Ira requests, "Perhaps now that you have acquired a suitable weapon, will you accompany me upstairs to relocate our equipment into these tunnels."I lock and load, check the safety. Sometimes I think of things that no intelligent woman would ever think of. All of a sudden one of those random bits of genius popped into my head.“If you and the Angels are clones, how will I tell you apart? I don’t want to accidentally have sex with my mom.”Angel looked at me. It was the kind of look one would give something with two heads. She closed her eyes and shook her head. After several seconds she looked at me with that evil smile she sometimes has, especially when I have been. When ever we saw each other on the block outside of school we would discuss homework and stuff going on at school and what not. When their girlfriends would see me speaking to 'their man' immediately I would sense it and say 'see you later man.' and walk away... For some reason their girlfriends looked at me as if I was fucking their boyfriends... Seriously? Jealous bitches... Even after they would explain how we knew each other, they still didn't buy it. It was the same way for the guys I had. . wow ... I mean ... wow ... holy crap ... wow," babbled Dusty as his eyes darted all around her face and he kept staring at her.It was obvious to all, including Suzan, that Dusty had stopped just short of drooling on her."What our resident idiot is trying to say is that you look incredible and oh, just where have you been?" asked Lori sternly."That is a long story, but you didn't have to bring Dusty here to get me," said Suzan softly as she looked deep in her husband's eyes."Suzan don't you.