With the sword still in its sheathe on his back, and the trench coat flapping in air, he looked like a fucking shitty cyberpunk ninja or something.Dan...el rubbed his shoulder where Jack hit him. It’d been a good hit, something broke, but Daniel adjusted the shoulder with an audible crunch, and rotated it around as he looked at Jack.“You heal fast for a Mekhet.”“Practice.”Jack laughed. “You get beat up a lot?”“Not as much as you.”“Touché!” Jack rubbed his jaw as he grinned at the man.In typical,. ’ I found a plug for her phone and then we had a breakfast of chips and some mixed nuts. ‘Gloria, I’m afraid we’re stuck here at least until we can charge your phone enough to dial out for help.’ ‘After last night I don’t care if we ever get out of here. Rich, didn’t you feel it? Santa came and granted my wish.’ ‘Listen honey, I think that’s still the E talking…’ ‘No I saw him he came to our bed and told me himself that my wish was granted. I know it’s true because last night’s sex was like we. It’s quite funny!The last girl I had in the apartment, Buzzanca Twill, really, really hated Cleo. Buzzy is flat chested and has tracks of acne all over her face. I came home one night, and Buzzy had Cleo tied to a chair, and was whipping Cleo’s breasts violently with a fly swatter.I was a little worried, too, because Buzzy was just a bit snockered. Buzzanca loves to drink, and two-thirds of a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps was gone, boy. It was almost comical to see this homely woman whipping. It was marvelous watching this huge thing rise up. After a few more blasts of the burner, the balloon was standing straight up. It was about 70 feet tall and 55 feet in diameter. Don told us it holds 90,000 cubic feet of air. Don said, “ballooning is like group sex. We can’t get it up without a little help from our friends”. There was that grin again. After some “housekeeping”, as he put it, as he turned on the instruments and tucked loose items away, we were told to hop in the basket..