.. can say. You just have to focus. You were doing that in the operating room as they were determining how much of you could be transplanted and what ...hould be first. Remember?”She was right. I’d forgotten about that. I guess I just had to focus and I then could hear things the living were saying. I was willing to bet that I could also tune in on things that the living were thinking. Chalk a couple up for the Spirit team.I started to wonder how she knew that last piece of information about me. I gave her a few minutes to recover and to allow myself to calm down a little.“Oh my god, I needed that. It’s been so long,” she stated. I couldn’t imagine why she would go without. She was a beauty and could easily take her pick of any guy she wanted. “I’ve been to busy working and with school. That is why I threw this party, just to relax and forget about all that. But now I have other things on my mind and we aren’t done yet.” That explains that and who am I to argue about her plans for. When the weather got nice enough so that we wouldn't get lung-burned, I taught them how to run Indian-fashion, on the balls of their feet, one behind the other. (it's more efficient) Bored kids on a farm will do damned near anything to stay occupied. I proved it!For their birthdays I got them enrolled in a karate dojo. They learned all the protocols and the humble-me shit. Then they began learning forms. They complained to me that the master was taking his own sweet time and spoon feeding it to. We don't have time to fuck with him and he has no rights." I'll see what I can do," I said."His name is Hector," The commander added as I entered the room."Hector I'm going to leave the hood on you. If you don't see our faces, we can release you. If you want the black bag off your head, I'm afraid you are going to have to die. So let's start out assuming you are going to be release at the end of this questioning. How difficult this interrogation becomes is totally up to you. I am a bit.