Trying to head off this line of discussion, I interrupted their murmurs and Morgans inevitable follow up question. So, Morgan, do you know any scary s...ories? She thought for a moment, then said, Yeah! I have a good one I learned in Brownies. She proceeded to tell a ridiculous tale with the catchphrase Ive got you where I want you, and now Im going to eat you! repeated throughout, which ended when the protagonist discovers the monster is just a guy eating boogers. After so much tension had been. In the centre of these couches is a very comfortable looking contour chair in black leather. This chair is a couple of steps up from the floor where the couches are. Not quite a stage, but most definitely the centre of attention. Three track lights illuminate the chair, while the rest of the room is dimly lit. I am what these men are waiting for. They are all dressed casually, a couple smoking cigarettes, one even passing a joint. As I walk into the room, they are all gentlemanly enough to. I had to home school the kids and all, because they couldn't like go to public school if they was married, right? But that was OK because the Feds, they gave us a stipend, to get along with, and they got me and Bobby jobs where we... well I can't tell you about that. But it doesn't have anything to do with accounting. I can tell you that.Anyway, we move in and that works out fine, except there's this neighborhood association kind of group, you know, with the welcome gifts and all that, and they. What my lady means, is that the performance of the model of sports car she has been developing, is exceeding it's original expected limits; they have gone beyond the boundaries set by the designers. Why can't she just say this? Why "push" an envelope at all, and not break it, or open it, or just exceed it?My lady interrupts my deliberations of her linguistic gymnastics by putting her cutlery on the ceramic plate with a clatter. "Decent," she told me – the nearest thing I would ever get to a.