“How thoughtful!”David stopped filming.“What?” Michael demanded hotly.David tapped his toes and waited patiently.“I’m a little stressed ou...! Can you blame me? Fuck!” he exploded, hurling the dildo at David. “This was your idea, David! Don’t make fun of me, asshole!”Fuming, he turned his back and hunched his shoulders. David didn’t mention how much like a girl he’d looked throwing the dildo. How much he looked and sounded like a girl now. He wondered how Michael would look out of his clothes. He. ..”“If it is, count your blessings,” Chuck said, his nose stuck in a PC, as usual. “Until my colossal fuck-up, I was worried that my son would enlist when his athletic career was over. I guess he still could, but I suspect that he’d never make it past the psych evaluation.”“I served a full tour,” Melissa said, her life story not matching up with the body she temporarily inhabited. “It could be the most boring job on earth for 99 days, then on the 100th day it could get you killed. One close. After our discussion on the 'plane and her suggestion that we might do some business I asked Rick's team in our research department to do a profile of her "Daphne Challis," their report said, "was borne in Boston, USA. Her father was in the US diplomatic service, divorced shortly after she was borne but she stayed with him. She'd grown up pretty much everywhere, spending time in most of the countries across Europe. Picked up language skills in French, German and Spanish. Clever at school, but. "Tell Colin to start moving those two fat bastards at table twenty. They've sat there long enough. They haven't ordered any drinks, and the woman actually asked for ketchup with her roast pork. The obese barbarian."I don't know who Colin was, or what he did to the two fat bastards at table 20, but within five minutes Polly was leading us to the recently vacated, and already re-laid table. While Maddy perused the menu I ordered a jug of non-alcoholic country cocktail. A mixture of apple and.