" How old is he? Three? Four?"After letting out a depreciative chuckle, she said, "Thirteen." No way. You can't have a kid that old." Oh, I'm afraid s...." She had to admit that he had a great deal more charm than his mother."Wouldn't believe it in a million years if someone else said it."Her curiosity beginning to pique, she asked, "So, how old do you think I am?" Oh, hell no. I know better than that," he said while holding his hands up in front of him in a defensive gesture."No, really. Tell. .TELL! I read it in your body language I guess! And I thought to myself 'Ah! Now there's a young stud in need of having his balls drained!' "And I," he went on to say, "very much want to do exactly that!"Without waiting for me to even reply, Marvin began unzipping my jeans! I was still sweaty from working in the heat all day, but Marvin said the he couldn't wait another second; and so, leading the way to his living room, I dropped my paint-spattered jeans, and tossed my ragged paint shirt to. I had set up a neat little spot in a corner of that barn we had escaped to for my survivors and I to blend into the farming community like rural peasants uninterested in the conflict between King and commoner.Even in the atmosphere of the moment, it didn’t matter that the upstart Americans had lost the battle, the important thing was it sent a message to Parliament that the rebel leaders intended to pursue this uprising until the bitter end and were no longer seeking either pardon or a. Standingabruptly, I cussed the individual who put the system together for Mary.Mary came into the office and said, "Little boys or girls who have a pottymouth get it washed out with soap."I ignored her and explained that I had found the problem. "I'm going tochew someone a new asshole," I said. "The person in the London office whoput this server together should be shot. This server is so old and outdated its not even Y2K compatible." I looked at Mary and she said with a smile, "It was probably.