‘But I don’t care. I have to learn sometime, don’t I?’ ‘It’s…it’s not right!’ I protested. I was losing control of the situation. No... I’d already lost control. Marya was in control from the minute she walked in my door. ‘That’s awesome!’ Marya stared at the screen. ‘Do people really do that stuff?’ ‘Ah…yes…I-I guess so,’ I replied. ‘Do you and your wife do it?’ she asked. Her eyes were glued to the TV and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She reached into my lap and caressed my swollen. I promised not to use them unless they became necessary. If we ended up not needing them, I would donate them to the army.If war broke out, we would become irregulars, with or without the blessing of the Army, and adjunct to his command. At Gus’ suggestion, I telegraphed James Callahan with my order for fifty thousand pairs of riding boots to go with the twenty-five-thousand sabers that Captain Scott suggested, and thousands of tents and blankets. If nothing else, the orders would help the. Chaneylooked peculiar poking at buttons with Misty's body and crazy costume,but he seemed to get everything right. Still, all the things Dirk hadseen in the Army and after failed to prepare him for the saw cuttinginto his brother's skull, or the manipulator arms pulling the skullcapsback, snaking in behind the exposed brains to sever the links betweenthe medulla and spinal cord, the eyes falling back in the heads as theyremained connected to the brains via the optic nerve. There must havebeen. Nancy appeared at the top of the stairs, this time clad in full-length pajamas and her short robe, looking frightened, and she gasped slightly, when she saw me sitting there. She slowly descended the steps, eventually ending up standing meekly before her tormentor.?Do you know why I called you down, Nancy???Yes, Mummy.??Well, suppose you tell Mr. Donovan why I called you down.?Nancy must have literally shrunk two inches as she looked over at me with misting eyes, then back at Carla.?Oh, no,.