“No!” Diana got it.“Really?” Sasha got it next. “Mrs. Smith?”“I was unloading my meat from the trunk and still had my clothes on.”“O... shit. She is one of the big no clothing Nazis,” Diana put a hand to her forehead.“Well she confronted me, and I stripped right there at the car. Then I picked up my meat and she took a long look at me ... at my penis.”“Well, I would look at a man who could hold his meat in his arms too,” Sasha said trying to lighten the mood.“Sasha! This is embarrassing and a. Ballows stepped out of his office, our little celebratory party quickly dispersed and we headed into the large band room. I stopped by the instrument storage shelves and grabbed my trusty trombone and then headed to my seat in the back row of the practice auditorium. While I was adjusting my trombone and mouthpiece, I kept an eye on Lynette as she and her friends got their wind instruments out and ready. They were clearly sharing and discussing our new relationship status, as I saw several. That was five years ago, but he has been clean ever since. He is the manager not the owner,” Patty explained.“So do you want to go talk to Michael, or do you want to wait for Lois?” I asked.“I’ll meet you at his house,” she said.“Okay, I’m on the way,” I agreed. “Wait for me please. I’ll meet you out front.”I arrived at the apartments before Patty. I checked just to be sure which apartment was Michael’s unit. There were a couple of crumb snatchers running around he yard. It was the middle of a. "Well that ridge is on the contour line of one fifty metres, and measured on a Yugoslav army map, it works out to exactly seven hundred and twenty three metres to the bridge; call it seven hundred and fifty metres to the line of trees on the far side of the road beyond the bridge." He pointed on the sketch map.I was wondering where this was all leading to, when Big Ben dropped his bombshell. "Could you put two rounds into a Land Rover parked by the bridge, from that tree line on the ridge, with.