All we need is the parts and I know how to get most of them,’ I say.“And how did you acquire these blueprints?” Keira asks.“From the same pers...n who built my car,” I say.Ez pats the seat next to her. “Have a seat and tell us about this new faster car.”Without hesitating, I do what she says. “It’s based on the same design as my car, but it’s got more than a few modifications. First, the battery is based on a newer, more improved model. Second, it’ll have more control, plus zero-turn. Hands settling on my hips startled me into giving a small shriek. I turned, surprised to see him standing close beside me. His jacket and tie were gone, his shirt untucked and the top two buttons already undone. A faint five o clock shadow dusted his cheeks and I turned away before I could lose myself in his eyes. He was far too handsome for my own good. I stepped over to the desk, tucking a few stray papers into a folder. Suddenly he was behind me, his arms around my waist, one holding me. "A freshman!" Heather said sounding surprised. "Gods! I can't believe it. You look hot enough to be a senior." Thanks. I think." Vicky responded smiling then she added, "Oh, this is my boyfriend Jimmy." Wow!" Heather sounded surprised again. "You're dating a college guy! Well, if you two don't want to get eighty-sixed don't tell anyone else you're a freshman Vicky. This party is exclusively senior's only." That's funny," Vicky replied, "because it was a junior and not a senior that invited me.. . ckwards.Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn't be able to join a military unit until you're at least 35.For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every ten seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a month, leaving us more than 280,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. 'My back hurts! I can't.