The damn government was packed with Inspector Generals. They were everywhere, and I reasoned that if properly motivated, they could force the Cabinet,...Congress and all the rest to do what they were supposed to be doing.So that's who I went after.I started with the CIA IG, and then got him to bring IG's from other branches that he was familiar with to see me, or take me to meet them. By the end of April there wasn't one who didn't have a ring.Also during that period I went to visit the State. The constant hunger causes bleeding in the stomach lining and after a day, they throw up too much blood." An ugly death." The life isn't much better. Blood is being pumped into the eight survivors at an alarming rate. The antacid Doctor Mayfield is giving them has slowed the bleeding down."The two women turned the corner as an ambulance pulled up to the doors. Paramedics burst through the doors pulling a gurney."What've you got, Johnny?" Nurse Riley asked the paramedic in the front."She. My name is Melina, and yours... ?" Uh... Emerson. Actually, Waldo Emerson, but I usually go by just Emerson. Waldo sounds so terribly geeky, and, uh..." Hold on there, Emerson." She was looking him straight in the eye and the intoxicating scent of her perfume was making him lightheaded. "Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?"Damn it! There he was, doing it again. Stammering and falling all over his feet in the presence of a woman he felt something for. Wasn't there anything he could do. I watched intently as Rachel sorted out the dirty clothes holding up various pairs of underwear before bending down to place into the washer, “Why do teenage girls wear so many pairs of knickers?” she quipped with a giggle as I watched however my attention was more on her bending down looking at the tight gap between her thighs, surely she knew I was sitting there dribbling on my beer.I laughed along with her telling her that having a teenage daughter myself I was well aware of the situation.