It’s something for Miss Larkin’s studies.”“What is the name of your contact’s company?”“Precision Casting out of Missouri, sir.”“Why...are all the walls painted camouflage?” we stood looking at the small shed that would be the primary entrance to the Project.“You were complaining about looking at them...”“Har-de har. Can’t you just wave your magic wand and have the stupid thing complete. I hate having people there all the time. You’d think we lived across the street from a construction site or. The head was pressed against the back of my throat. It was time to get serious.I inhaled deeply through my nose, relaxed my throat muscles, and pressed forward, hard. I felt the head press through the ring of muscle -or whatever it is- that guards the entrance to the throat. (He tells me it feels like a tiny tight vagina in the back of my mouth.) I fought the familiar gag reflex and counted mentally to five. As soon as I could, I took a lungful of new air. I repeated this a couple more times. ” “OK sure, I’ll be there.” Andy nodded and returned to the main office where Ashlie was putting her sandwiches into the bottom drawer of her desk. “You got the job then?” Said Ashlie, unnecessarily. “Yes!” Replied Andy. “Good luck,” said Ashlie enigmatically. “Oh, how do you mean?” Asked Andy. “Just… no it’s OK, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Andy shook his head and turned on his computer. An hour passed and Andy made himself familiar with the various brands on Danielle’s company’s website. His. "This will be the last time," he said, begging me, "I promise," hestared at me with moist eyes.I knew that this was definitely not the last time, but he was begging me,and that was something that we did not do in our family, even from eachother.I walked to the passenger side and sat in with him. "Seat belt," he instructed as he pulled out of the drive way. Momwas at the door, watching. I smiled and waved, so did Michael. She wavedback and then we were gone.He was not himself. He stopped the car.