If he hadn't put an open contract on the ones I loved, I wouldn't be here and he wouldn't be dying tonight. I passed the glasses to Farley and pointed...to the boat. I watched as he looked the people over and I heard him sharply inhale like I had. We had all seen close up pictures of almost everyone on the dock. For the most part, they were wanted for so many crimes it was like a who's who of international criminals."Damn, Jon, if we pull this one off, we will kill half the terrorists wanted by. Henry what?D. Beaumont. Henry Beaumont. Try to remember. Get it in my notes here, we won't let you forget.J. Henry Beaumont. I was a - Fuck! I can't remember. Oh Jesus! I'm forgetting everything!D. You are a technician.J. Okay. Okay. Okay - I remember now. Okay. A technician. I worked on industrial machines - I'm 29. Henry Beaumont. Henry fucking Beaumont!D. Relax, just try to remember.J. No! I can't relax! It's not that simple! I'm trying to remember things so we can fucking write them down so. "I wonder..."The answer came quickly enough as he clutched his chest only to feel two small but noticeable lumps in his grasp. Panic had already set in by the time he reached for his crotch and felt the inevitable void. As tears started to stream down his now feminine face, he heard the familiar sounds of his sister bouncing down the hallway."Tammy, Tammy, come on," he heard as the voice entered his room. "Santa came. You should see all the presents." Why are you calling me Tammy?" Duh, because. No"."Then I wonder what that reaction was?", I said, starting on her arm. "Maybe I should try another tool - the brush might not be the right one".She giggled as I worked. "I know what tool!"My laughter joined with hers. "I'm sure you do, and that's part of why I love you - for that dirty mind of yours"."Sweet", she murmured.I pointed the paintbrush at her. "You'll ruin my reputation saying that; do it again and I'll have to spank you"."Promise?" What a beautiful smile she had.I sighed in mock.