I was struck dumb. Serena Morgan was tall, probably 5-foot-9 and slender, with pitch-black hair coifed perfectly atop her head with some sort of green...and gold band woven through. She had huge, hazel eyes that were slightly almond-shaped, full lips, a narrow nose and a regal neck.But what riveted everyone's attention was the formal gown she was wearing. It was floor-length, lime green in color and it appeared to be studded with jade.The top was what really took everyone's breath away. The green. I didn’t plan on falling in love with my sister!” I said.She turned to me and looked into my 58-year-old eyes for the longest time before she said, “Damn you – I loved Danny!”Now what’s going to happen?“Now what?” she asked me, shaking me from my reverie.“Right now, nothing’s changed – you still meet William on your first day of college, don’t you?”She just looked at me, breaking into that fabulous smile with a look of hope in her eyes.“You are so stupid, you’re brilliant - big brother!” she. I started walking along the street taking in the sounds and sights of street performers and I stopped to watch one. I saw Mr Staring Man approach the entertainer have a word with him and gave him some money. The performer started playing the song ‘ What is Love’ and another man started dancing in the style of Bez from The Happy Mondays. As the song finished Mr Staring Man came straight over to where I stood.He said ‘I think you are very beautiful can I please take you for a few drinks’ I'd had. “Just about the way the war on terror is going,” I replied.“Enough of ancient history, let’s deal with some current events. I just received the reports with redactions an hour ago, that I should have had days ago without redaction,” I said.“Let’s start with the targeting information. How many sources do you use before you determine you have a valid target?” I asked.“That’s classified,” General Houlihan replied.“Who makes the target selections?”“Classified,” General Houlihan replied.“What is the.