I watch as he skillfully handles the busy morning London traffic. I smirk as he keeps one hand on the wheel and gear shift, and the other hand strateg...cally under his nose, smelling my juices. Soon, we hit open road and I settle into the soft leather seats of his BMW. I take in the foreign sites of London and become increasingly aware of the stench in the car. “Baby, shall we open a window a little?” I ask shyly. “Are you too warm baby?” he asks knowingly. “No, but…” “Then why would we do. He braced himself against what was left of the wall and used his right leg to push against the wooden beam. It lifted off and away from him. Immediately, the pain screamed through his head. ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!’ he yelled and tried to move his left side. The pain almost made him pass out, again. He saw Bethany Rose lying thereand once more tried to move. He could, slowly. He dragged himself over to her, favoring his bad leg and was grateful to God that he could hear her breathing… a regular. "Hello, is this Mrs. Thalia Sanders?" Yes. Who is this?" This is your President, Mrs. Sanders. I need you to help me with something." Howard! It's you! Wow, my brother just became President, and he almost immediately calls me, his sister- that's incredible! I would have thought that you'd be trying to forget me. After all, I was the one who set you up with Patty 24 years ago." Hey, sis, that was an honest mistake on your part. You thought she was a decent human being, and she's not." Well, her. Malcolm wrinkled hisnose. Baby stuff, yuck. The mirror in the bathroom started to fog fromthe heat, so Malcolm zipped up the diaper bag, stripped down, and hoppedin the shower. Just in time too, because the door to the bathroomsuddenly opened."Oops, sorry Malcolm!" his big sister Brittany laughed. "Just have tograb something real quick!"Malcolm instinctually covered his privates, even though he was behind ashower curtain. He had always been sensitive about his size, even downthere! He heard her.