"He had no idea what she was talking about; math had never been his strong subject, but computers were perfectly understandable to him. He could write...papers for school, look up stuff on-line, and play games on them. There was probably math involved in programming them, but he wasn't interested in programming. Mainly just games.Surprisingly, she had a dozen games installed, most with some form of multi-player capability. They spent the rest of that day brutally punishing each other,. It had been a *good* day. Old Mr. Karner had poked his head in to compliment Don on getting the Ludlum account, his 401(k) investments were doing well, and Lily had been especially playful on the morning drive. She had brought some hand lotion in her briefcase and languorously, deliberately stroked him off at the railroad crossing. Just thinking about it made his balls tingle, and he carefully rearranged the crotch of his pants before he went into the house.Janet had dinner on the table and the. . the carpet was the size of a beach towel ... she flew her own plane. Home? Home was two square miles of island at the end of Georgian Bay on Lake Huron ... a house, a tourist trap of an Inn, two barns, two sheds, a BIG garden, an airstrip and one hangar. 'I miss my mom.'Victor of a short war or not, she still got shit from the FAA about her age, international license or not.'I hate being 13 ... my body is taking control of my mind. Everybody says, "You need to grow up, girl." and when I try,. Her eyes were wandering the horizon as she enjoyed herself."It is wonderful." Said John. He sat the pipe aside for a moment and folded the newspaper. "It's even more wonderful that I'm sharing it with you."Lights flickered over the mountain tops at the edge of the desert."What is that?" Asked Gillian.John glanced over the top of his newspaper and shrugged. At first the light looked like a very bright, twinkling star, of which there were plenty to see in the desert sky at night. However, the.