It was fucking bright blue, maybe spoilt their eyes, poor humans,” giggled Fly2.“Never been down to Sochi yet, should do, might buzz in with you t...morrow, so what happened to you? Ace time you said?”“Those beach toilets are something else. Open country, nothing around trying to deter or kill us, you’ve got to watch those ladies swatting, but with our multi eyes those women haven’t a chance. Never bothered with the mens There was even a fly gang down from Moscow buzzing around, can you believe. She just loved to be here in his company.“Good morning Mr. Botha, how are you today?” she said. “Am I too early for my instructions?”It was really a rhetorical question for each day began in the same way with her going to his office to be briefed on what his expectations were and if there were any special requirements to be added to her portfolio of developing sale strategies and campaigns. However, she asked nonetheless for she knew he expected politeness and respect and she was more than. "What's going on here?" He asked sleepily. "What's all theyelling about?" Go ahead and tell him." Donna said as she paced back andfourth. "Tell him what you just told me."Phil just lowered his head and handed his dad the letter.He took a sip of his coffee and began reading. As he read,his hand tightened on the handle until his hand slipped andsmashed the mug on the floor."Shit! You've got to be shitting me." Steven said as helooked over at his son. "What kind of sick joke are youpulling here?. Just below me in the hotel is a sports bar/disco that brings in big crowds of young people that like that crappy music that has only one beat no matter what song is being played by an equally crappy DJ. I cannot figure out how they can keep going back but I suppose it is the only place that they can go to get themselves laid. After all anyone stupid enough to dance all night long to the same beat had to be stupid enough to spread her legs for any dick that wants to park there.I do not have.