Why were his balls in my mouth! “Very good, Addison.” His eyes gleamed and his lips tilted into a comical smirk, all Bruce Willis-like, as if he ...new some joke I didn’t … or exactly what I was picturing. A bouquet of flames bloomed in my face. I hope he didn’t actually know where his balls just were. God, what a slut. I set the chair facing the poker table in front of the couch that faced the players, but Logan turned it away about 30 degrees. Great. I knew then that he was right handed and. In the modern context of war, winning and losing is a rather uncertain concept. Has the mission been accomplished? It’s hard to say, because the mission wasn’t ever really known. There was some perceived insult, so we had to kick some ass. When does one decide that enough ass has been kicked? History would lead one to conclude that it’s been kicked enough when the kicker gets tired of kicking.Wars can be won or lost in the press. Losing is a matter of a lack of confidence in the government. Tom and Mandy though had another idea. As they all broke camp, Mandy reported on her away-mission with Tom. “There’s a huge lake coming up after the next bend in the river. You can’t see it from here, but theMississippireally broadens out, maybe a kilometer or more across.”As he was lifting the first of his two kayaks into the water, Tom added, “And in the middle of the lake, perhaps dead center in the whole world down here, there’s a small island. We estimate it’s six kilometers from here.. ’ He continued to struggle with his boot for a moment then paused to readjust the waffle in his mouth. Darbe looked up at the seated man and sighed again. ‘Well? What do you remember?’ He appeared to have caught the man off-guard, for he just sat there with a puzzled look on his face and a thin tendril of drool escaping the corner of his mouth around the slowly softening waffle. He sat there for a couple more seconds before resuming his struggle with the boot, finally yanking it on and wiggling.