Not the 'right' way or even the BMA way. We don't even need to discuss my phobias about privacy and security.In short, I'm a slightly undersized pismi...e badly compensating for my various insecurities by far too often shooting off my own pie hole when smarter folks would shut up and listen more. I'd like to blame this social deficiency on the fact that I don't get laid nearly as much as I'd like to. My critics, and there are many, would say it's those very flaws that actively wreck my attempts. Valentine’s didn’t have punishments, they had ‘corrections.’ Julie had just the one for them. She smoothed down her skirt and joined the girls who were standing obediently outside her office.“Right then girls, follow me. We’re going for a little drive into the village.”“Into the village?!” exclaimed Lucy.“Yes, for a little community service.”“But it’s the weekend!” protested Emma.“Well you should have thought of that, shouldn’t you! If you behave as you did, you must expect to lose some free. Each person getting finetuned to be the fastest, strongest, sturdiest, most intelligent person thattheir individual genetics will allow." Well thought out. Granted."Across campus, James Mulder, the team's captain, was in class. No onenoticed as his body filled out, becoming bigger, stronger, and faster.Back in the coach's office, Patty asked, "You've done a pretty good job ofwishing so far. So what's your last wish going to be?"Everett thought about it. With their new bodies, his team. Now John had the wind knocked out of him and he probably had a few broken ribs. John realized there was two attackers but then he heard another voice but he couldn’t see that well. ‘Man looks like you picked the wrong girl and the wrong place shit head.’ John realized it was Bill he must have been the one off to the right before. Bill grabbed the back of John’s neck and pulled him to his feet. ‘Say You’re sorry to Lauren now.’ Bill commanded. ‘Sor-Sorry ‘ was all John was able to squeeze out.