So later that afternoon Mom had just brought Sherry home from swimming practice and little sister was toasting her (now) very nice bikini-clad form on...the chaise by the pool. She always gets all worn out at practice, so I waited until I was pretty sure she was dozing before I snuck up to within a few feet of her, pushed the buttons and thought, “Sherry, you’re going to develop a very strong romantic interest in your handsome brother. You want his body!” By the time I’d done it three times, I. A man's voice. "Heyward, this is Special Agent—"I hit the cut-off. Then I hit it again and held it, turned the phone flat off. Oh Jesus, she was still with them and I'd fucked the duck, had they had enough time to trace me? I turned the phone back on, waited for it to come up and did "Spook2589844640321" again."Thank you, Jack," came the fake voice. "I surmise that you feared this call might be trace-ed to your present location, is this correct?"Goddammit, it was scary how well this guy, well,. My father was a wise man and saw this war heading to his beloved third rock but he could not watch such a thing of beauty be destroyed so before he went to the warriors he reached into the abbyss and pulled me out. He lay me into his rock and put me to slumber. Off he went to wait for the war at the twelfth rock. When the war came he saw the makers of this war, a woman who shed light on one side surrounded by five hundred thousand warriors, and on the other side he saw a man who bore the light. What manner of people were these, he thought. But what, really, did that matter now. The man on the yacht was pulling him to safety. To life. What else really mattered. Fifteen meters, ten meters, five, now the man above was walking down onto the yachts stern with line in hand, and timing his reach with a dipping wave, the old man reached for the man’s outstretched hand and they connected – and he felt himself pulled free of the sea as if unknown forces commanded by God himself had been there.