He was fine as far as he wasconcerned. He headed to the kitchen feeling half way decent.However his cheerfulness was soon broken by a surly and sarcas...ic wife,Melinda. For him at least it was late so the kids were out own theirown doing their own things. "Good morning, Princess . I guess you wantme to fix the little sissy her breakfast." Don't bother, Melinda, I'll fix my own damned breakfast."While he was fixing his breakfast and having that much needed cup ofcoffee, Melinda continued to. Let's see if his next wife could top last night's performance!Jessica had a final task to perform. She wrote a short note to Jason regarding her funeral wishes. This act was very strange to her, she was a young, beautiful woman completing the plans for her own funeral, which would be held in a few days. She realized that because of her sentence, a public and viewing would be held. Since she had to appear, she might as well look good for her last appearance. However, Jessica knew that Jason. 'Sorry love', he whispered apologetically, 'I saw you in the bar and I thought you looked like you wanted some company, so I followed you here'.I swallowed hard and eased my skirt back down over my hips and stomach, suddenly I felt like a loser he seemed to lose interest in me the minute I faced him. His was in his fifties.'I just need to pee', I stammered back at him.'and what a beautiful sight it was too love', he replied and as I thought about the whoosh I made as I peed I laughed a little. " Ten-Bravo, is being destroyed in mid-air while hanging stationary with your engines shut down, is that included in your standard operational procedures?" Okay, now that you've clarified the situation for us! Disarm 'em and drop 'em, flight. Jettison all of 'em now. Report when your missile boards show empty." Very nice, Ten-Bravo. Now please don't take this as an indicator of mistrust, but are you guys packing any other heat? Cannons? Guns? Anything that we might regard as less than.