' Harry held the door open as Shelia and I grabbed our books and went in. We headed for the living room and Harry said 'leave your books there on the ...ofa, we are going down into the game room and really have some fun. Shelia giggled like the little girl she was, Shelia was at least sixteen, maybe s*******n. She was about five six, tall for a girl, with a paper sack brow complexion, reddish brown hair that was naturally silky, and a pair of breast that appeared to be in the thirty-four B. Finally she reached up and shut off her webcam, turning to me."Alright, well! Another week in the bag. Sorry you had to witness it raw and uncut," she smiled."No, that was cool. It's interesting to see it live, that's for sure," I assured her."Really? I think it sucks major dick until I'm able to crop the SHIT out of it," she admitted, standing up. "Oh well, now you know how amazing my editing skills are, right? But anyway, it's hella fucking late..." I looked at my watch and was shocked to. There were no Americans, of course. Few of them could afford to travel so far abroad these days. And there weren't many from Europe now that the Kingdom of England had such hostile relations with almost all its immediate neighbours, especially those with which it had so recently been constitutionally bound.The main consolation Iris had from her boring work was her daily stroll through the city centre. This was sometimes along the grassy banks of the River Thames where she might pass the. Then I turned back to the people in my office.John McCain spoke first. “If this thing wimps out, you are going to look like a five-star horse’s ass!”I nodded wryly at him. “John, I am going to look like an ass regardless. I am going to get the personal blame for not stopping a hurricane, no matter what. That’s fine. That’s why I get the big bucks. The difference is whether I look like a horse’s ass with a few hundred people dead, or with a few thousand people dead. Wait until the levees break.