I wondered how past Presidents handled these types of communications without a communications center and a wide screen? I would hate to think I would ...e left to do it with only a phone.The Boko-Haram was on the move towards the villages in the direction we thought they would go. The CIA wanted authorization to hit the group with drone strikes.The Predator and Reaper drones had been replaced with the Gladiator and Maximus - shortened to Max. They were more of everything.The plan they decided on. Megan of course knew nothing of our plans.When Megan asked, I told her. “I work for your grandmother. There has been some threats from the people where your mom works. Your grandmother thought I might be able to help make sure nothing happened to either one of you,” I explained. “It won’t last long. I’m just going to be here until the real police find the man who made the threats. After that I’ll be gone.”“Do you have a gun?” Megan asked.“No, but I can get one if I need it. Don’t worry Megan. Last, but not least, we dragged our tails down to the mall and signed the storefront leases, Milo picking up the one next to ours as promised. Then we went and picked up Luz and Cheryl and Evelyn -- and Ted -- and went out to celebrate the new home of Maids Plus. Cheryl brought the girls along, so we kept it clean. Milo drooled after Evelyn -- deliberately, in an effort to set off Ted, I think -- but went home alone, after.We weren't a moment too soon locating a new place to live; the security. Oh shit, I thought to myself, now I’ll never get one in.But I soldiered on. I grabbed one of the balls and held it to my chest the way a bowler does before they walk out and swing. I closed my eyes to help steady myself. Some people were cheering me on.I opened my eyes and shot the ball out, again going for a bounce. The ball hit the table and bounced towards the cups. It hit the inside rim of one of the cups, and instead of bouncing out, plopped into the cup.People were cheering. I shot a look.