The sounds of the street wafted up to the partially open window and he wondered how much time he had left on the earth because his affliction was on a...downward spiral with no chance of improvement in the near future.He took out a paper to wrap a new smoke and dropped it on the floor because he knew it was another nail in his coffin.The thought of coffee churned his stomach and he quickly dressed because he didn’t want to die with his body not decently dressed for the internment. Besides, he had. They had hired six unemployed Russian scientists and engineers with money from Saudi Arabia. These Russians had experience in building minimum size artillery warheads, so they could design the kind of explosive the terrorists wanted. The terrorists planned to position four bombs along the length of Israel and explode them simultaneously on a Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath.They did not need fancy timing devices to initiate the explosions: four terrorists were going to play the part of the timing. Life's simple pleasures, food, nature, music and art made them smile and introspective to the point of conversation. There were few, if any subjects, that they could not each speak of intellectually. Then of course was the sex. While their first time with intercourse was a wham-bam, but since it had been spectacular lovemaking. He smiled at himself, thinking how wise the sexually naïve Selena just wanted to relieve the sexual tension so their coo and woo could proceed. She wasn't afraid to say. She turned a couple more shades of red.All of the girls had smiles as big as the universe, and each made sure she came to Bob and not only thanked him profusely but gave him a strong hug and a soft grateful kiss. He was flabbergasted when Janell came over and hugged him for a long time, then kissed him very sensuously. This girl is gay?While the girls were unpacking Bob had been setting up all the microphones, the mixing board, and the new fangled digital recorder so when it was time they would.