Well, she was a growing child so what would you expect, but even Olive could see that in her ill-fitting clothes her daughter resembled some kind of f...cking Turkmenistani in a Russian refugee camp. Olive, on the other hand, probably looked more like one of those nuclear fall-out victims in Jordan or Palestine. Only her wounds didn't come from some fucking big mushroom cloud.Olive lifted herself up onto her knees and felt the start of a bruise growing across her cheek. Her face had only just. Scary, scary guys.Except that they all feel a little sorry for me so they don't always tell Dad where I go or when. The rule pretty much is if they didn't have to get me out of it, Dad doesn't need to know about it. So I get to hang with my friends and get away with anything just short of murder and Dad gets to believe that I'm the good son.If he knew the truth, he'd have a stroke.Mai pays for everything when we go to these things because she's over 20; Yugi's almost 18 and I'll turn 14 this. Hegave me that skeptical look again before letting it go.At one point, I asked CAPT Harris about submitting an OPREP-3, arequired voice and message report that Navy ships submit immediatelyafter an incident, especially if casualties are involved. He told methat he had called in the initial report on his cellular phone and thathis still-unnamed boss would issue the follow-on messages after hearrived. I asked him if he had cleared the initial report with Trishbeforehand and he said he hadn't. I. I do not know how she knew, but the mistress had some method of determining when I was there. I cannot remember the number of times she would look at my peep hole and wink, or smile, or blow me a kiss, while some man was doing his level best to get her thoroughly pregnant again. She also sensed when I stopped going, and came to see me. My protestations were brushed aside, and she bored in until I admitted why I had ceased my vigil. She offered to have a comfortable chair set in the corner of.