WingCo came round and told me the plane had crashed into the lake as planned, put the flames out straight away. Also contaminated the reservoir. Local... less than happy as they have to have water bowsered in now until the lake clears itself of oil, fuel etc. Apparently not blowing their village to buggery wasn’t enough. Can’t please some people.I asked what the future held for me. He told me they would give it a month to see how I was recovering. If I was okay (and the leg shouldn’t be too bad). "What the fuck? Did you just slap Corey?" Kris asked with Scott and Jessalong as well."Yeah, I slapped the faggot's cock sucking face, bitch!" Lee said like hewas the biggest badass ever. "Are you here to stop me?" I am. You have a problem with those two you have a problem with me and afew others. You got that shit!" Kris said and was as mad as I had everseen him with the veins in his neck about to bust. I was cowered in acorner and hated to see this outburst. I was shaking in fear that this. The teacher was careful to make the teams even, the big boys had the little girls, the active girls, like Aimee, had the weaker boys ... the teams were usually divided evenly. Sometimes my side would win, sometimes we would lose. With just 12 minutes left in the hour, Coach would blow his whistle. That is what we called our teacher, Coach. At that time the boys headed down to the locker room for a quick shower and to get dressed. The girls did the same thing in their locker room, while Mrs.. Sunday afternoon we had another cookout for just close family. Then there was the playing with the boys. The building blocks had progressed to more complex games and tricycles were giving way to little bikes with training wheels.Monday came quickly and became complicated. Andy was at the office early and we met with Milton and Charles. When the meeting was finished those two and the five supervisors over the on call people had work to do. Contact all of the on call employees was needed to find.