" I suppose you're going to tell me that your penis is just as big as your balls?" Actually mom, yes it is. There's no way it would fit in the liner o... my shorts and I had to give it room to expand or it would have really hurt a lot."My mom was slowly and involuntarily moving closer and closer to me. Her face was about a foot away from my crotch."Then lift up that t-shirt and let me see this overly large penis of yours. If it's as big as you say then all is forgiven and we can get out of. Not even little, two-bit nosebleeds, or quarterback fall-downs.So much for influencing events in general.But I could sure as hell fucking kill people. So I went back to focusing exclusively on that.Did I worry about the morality of offing perfect (okay, imperfect) strangers — willy-nilly?Nope. Not even a little bit. Maybe it was just the impersonal nature of the whole thing, but killing bad people didn’t strike me as something about which I should spend a lot of time brooding.But I did worry. Jasmine isdoing the same." Will you be finished by Wednesday?" That's a point. I think I will have to postpone it." Okay. See you later."As Tina left Sally took the CD player into Simon who had woken up fromhis rest and had propped himself up in bed."Hi Simon, how are things going?" Crap. I was watching the news and the crash is beginning to become apolitical fight between Labour and The Conservatives." How?" Well the Labour transport minister was promising tightening of thelegislation on. Life’s a bitch and then you marry one; sometimes you get stuck with someone else’s bill. She was stuck with paying off her father’s dues, and there wasn’t anything she could do to change that.My, that girl could curse. There’d been a couple of ladies I’d come across in the service who had tried the wrong way to show that they were just as good as the men, and their grasp of bad language wasn’t nearly as creative as hers. Some repetition, but not bad enough to be marked down on. I almost.