And I admit to being a brat about it. One night, I was cranky and honestly, Daddy was tired. He was working on a special project for a local building ...irm and he was spending twelve hour days in the field three or four days a week. (The money for this job was going to fatten the bank account in a BIG way, not that we were hard up, financially, but it's good to have a nest egg!) I think it's better if Daddy told that part of the story for a bit, since I have to check something...Thomas. One day as I went to my sister’s room approaching the door, she suddenly showed up that we dashed each other so hard. But we both felt some kind of pleasantness in that collision rather than pain. After that, she moved from there with lowering her face down, and with some sort of blush over her lips. At that movement onwards I started to conceive some sense of sensual feelings on my sister. Everything she does, every word she utter became very pleasant for me. My looks on her changed. George’s posture was what I called full military bearing, back straight, shoulders back, head erect, eye’s forward and piercing, legs and arms in synchronized motion, as he strode down the hall, every inch a man on a mission and in full command of that mission.I turned to the others, “Tom’s group was ambushed by eight men near Las Cruces. All eight are dead. One of our men, M. Gonzales, has a broken leg, but he’s the only casualty. No one in our party knew any of the men who ambushed. . no matter. The fish was mild, sweet, moist firm, white with a few easily removed large bones. Served with the canned or frozen vegetables, rice, quinoa or potatoes ... we had run out of fresh weeks ago ... the fish was a welcome change from the Argentine tinned mystery meat or the hard dried sausage we were resorting to since the last of the swordfish went bad. The Tasmanian deeps might not be a saltwater desert ... but nothing we had for trolling brought any interest.Motoring in under the.