I'll be the laughingstock of SAC, GD it!" I hung my hand down the side of the car and dropped it on the highway. It stayed down instead of bouncing up...and landing in the car behind us."Can I masturbate one more time, Cully? Por favor, Senor'?"I kind of enjoyed being the level headed one for a change of pace. Usually it was her trying to talk me down from the heights of danger:"Cully, you're not doing that." Cully, put that BB gun back. We're not buying it." Cully, we're taking that sling shot. " she muttered,"no, but, huh..." she trailed off.Everyone at the table stopped eating and stared at her while shecrunched her way through a chicken thigh. Finally, she noticed theattention. "What?" she asked the assembled stares.Malcolm sighed. "Dear, you've obviously had a thought. You may as wellshare." Malcolm glanced at Jet. "Or the obsidian one may decide tosimply split your skull and take it from your brain with her barehands."Agent Davies raised an eyebrow at Jet who snarled. Such an extreme treatment was what they needed to appreciate being alive.For most, however, the changes are too subtle. They start off with a very good and positive introduction, and after the second room, each one is almost the same, so they become unlikely to realize the point at which they stop liking it. They do lose their humanity as well, dropping reason in exchange for instinct, at which point there's no real chance of them deciding anything. They will just continue to move forward. ”I rented a red Mustang convertible and my boy toy tossed his backpack in the trunk and buckled into the passenger seat. I put the top down and away we went, happily running through the gears as the big V-8 growled. We headed out on the interstate for the mountains. I’d found a lodge in the state park that had a beautiful view and lots of hiking trails so we could get away from the city and really concentrate on each other. It was great fun going up the winding roads through the mountain passes.