However, I still don't know why I took that nap, but I was really glad I had. I felt so much better when I woke up. I wasn't even mad at the maggots.M... next story's getting posted soon. They finally decided to give back my Internet privileges. It's about time.The people who have always liked my stories will undoubtedly like this one too. And those who don't probably won't like this one either. I'd be surprised if they did.This one, although I won't tell which one it is, has its own little. "Daddy, Uncle Mike to see you." My eight-year old daughter was silhouetted against the bright Summer sky in the doorway, her hand clutching a book."Cheers." When are we going for an ice-cream?" she asked, her head tilting slightly. "You promised." Later. Give me twenty," I told her as my boss appeared behind her. She scowled slightly and ran back into the garden.Mike held out a small package for me which I took from his hands trying to ensure that my body was blocking his view into my shed as. Wir hatten das gleich Alter. Aber so koennte man uns schon fuer Vater und Sohn halten.Sein Anblick wirkte erbaermlich auf mich."James?" fing ich vorsichtig an."Probier sie, sie schmeckt fabelhaft." James?" ich verlieh meiner Stimme etwas mehr Nachdruck."Gut. Wenn du nicht willst ess' ich sie eben. Pech gehabt."Er nahm sie und riess ein Stueck der Schale ab."James, jetzt hoer mir erstmal zu. Du siehst nicht gut aus." Na und." Ich hatte ihn kaum verstanden. Ein Stueck der Orange liess ihn. I needed to talk to her company about the services that she sells. She'll probably close the biggest sale of her life because of that meeting. I could have called her boss or boss's boss, but I now have a contact for the project I need."I guess the odds aren't as great as I thought, because the number of stranded flights in and out of Cincinnati was small when compared to all flights flown in a day or week or month. However, what is the probability of also sitting with two of the stewardesses.