These guys had kept themselves in shape or else the word was getting around about what we were going put them through and they went to great lengths t... get in shape.Tuesday night the international news ran a story that the ISIS Libyan branch had claimed responsibility for killing the Prince in retaliation for allowing the US to use bases there to bomb them in Iraq and Syria.“No matter how hard you try, you cannot fix stupid,” I thought and to claim responsibility for that was as stupid as one. . but it wasn't that easy. In fact (just like my penis night after night) it was hard and frustrating.Here came a man that I only met a few times. I knew that he had a wife and a young c***d and was a fairly mellow guy. I always thought he was kind of handsome though I think he was about 52 but I loved his beard. It was a handsome ginger-brown color and the man had such a homeliness to him but I still thought that made him a real man. A real man that I once could smell musk on him and it made. “I’m leaving at 4:30 in the morning,” he told her.“Yeah, so?” Grace asked. “I have to be on the set by six. It’s no big deal. One of us can pick you up so you don’t have to leave your car at LAX. Hey! Where do you keep this ride if you live in the ghetto?”“Three blocks away in a secure garage,” Phil answered. “I have Uber meet me there if it’s after dark. Mornings aren’t too bad. I get up before a lot of the skells. Every now and then I meet a prostitute coming home but the bangers and stoners. Now she sits with an alien in her lap who we tell her can heal, and Art, who she knew was severely injured only a few days ago, is obviously completely healed. Then we tell her she needs to be blocked, put a thin helmet on her head, and a moment later, at least to her senses, we tell her the blocks are in. Now with the same helmet on her husband's head, he's instantly asleep. Shit, she still hasn't been told there's a sentient starship sitting in our back yard. And, oh yeah, it's invisible,.