’ ‘So you’ve been hearing the rumors, too?’ ‘You bet your sweet derriere, Myron. And they’re whoppers. Imaginative enough to make a fish...rman blush.’ ‘So you what do you want to know?’ asked Fleischmann. ‘I need you to look into it. Talk to some people. Substitute facts for appearances, demonstrations for impressions. Ideally, get copies of the paperwork.’ Myron Fleischmann was an ex-employee of the U.S. Postal Service. The USPS was now a relic of a simpler time, drowned in the wake of the. His thumb was pointing a little down"I was riding this wave, and gonna get a good feel from that girl."He nodded again towards his hand."See how my thumb is? She had such a nice butt, I had to try to get a really good feel this time. Shit Larry, when I grabbed her butt cheek, my thumb went right up her asshole!My mouth flew open in amazement."No shit?" Yeah! Swimming suit and all!!"Well we both laughed so hard that I damn near pissed myself right there in the pool.BUSTEDWell folks, after that I. Sixty gigs of memory, you had a lot of stuff.You traveled the world with me to places generally rough.You kept me company in ole' Douchebagistan,as I charged you with solar cells and cooled you down with fans.Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice.Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We froze together out on the Khyber Pass,as you kept entertaining my frostbitten. He was definitely in great shape but not muscular. He turned towards me as he heard me enter the room. “That’s a shame.” I said under my breath but definitely audible. “What’s that?” He asked. “Here’s your coffee.” I said with a touch of sarcasm and raised my brow. “Black , like you like it.” I winked at him and headed back to the kitchen. His smile stuck in my mind and I thought seriously about teasing him with a little flirting but remembered that I had some things to do and the first thing.