I didn't sleep well last night worrying about this. I need to go to bed. One mistake on the borer because of my fatigue could result in downtime or so...eone getting hurt. Get your mind off this, she told herself as she undressed and put on her pajamas.It didn't work. Sleep eluded her for hours.Security HeadquartersSergeant Higgins turned to Lieutenant Mayfield. "Shall we notify the Colonel?"Mayfield thought for a second. "We knew she would be back tonight to search the other ends of the pipes. I took him to the living room and pointed at the fuckmeat on the couch. He gave me 20 bucks, so he could go ahead and do his thing.Get your fucking ass off the couch bitch. I'm gonna bang your asshole fucking hard, he bursted out. What? Who are you? Watcha talkin' about, nobody is going to fuck me in my ass, no fucking way, the cunt replied. Hell yes! He walked up to the couch, grabbed her by the arm and in one hard jerk pulled her up. Get the fuck of off me, fucking bastard, leave me alone.. "Hello?" Jesse, this is Cal. Jan asked me to see if you wanted me to pick you up for the big barbeque?" Cal? Cal... is that really you? How are you?" I'm sorry, Jesse. How are you getting along? Is it okay if I pick you up?"Sure, Cal... that would be... great." Hey! Can I come early and take a look at your horse ranch?" Cal! It's no such thing! It's just a little place compared to yours. I... I really like it though. I've been happy!" she said a little wistfully.I picked up on that and. Smoked salmon was served as a starter followed by roast haunch of venison. When a compote of red and black cherries, berries and currents arrived with unlimited quantities of fresh cream, Jane sat remembering having had cream on the table as a girl. Such luxuries were unknown during, and in the aftermath of the war; even had they been available, everything was rationed. Because of her fascination with the food, Jane heard almost nothing of the conversation, which was, in any case, all politics.