Wes turned to me and said, "I hope Boeing comes back to the table, because I like those guys and know that we have what they want."Steve called and to...d Wes and me, "Send the videos directly to the General. I've just hung up from him and he knows where you've just sent your test drone. He knows the White House was compromised, but wasn't able to appropriately strike back. Send it to the Boeing CEO in Chicago at the same time so that he knows that we have perfected what we said we would. Tell. Like 10 or something.But that’s what dad talked about whenever we were there. The old days, as if he’s like ancient or something. He’s really only 40!He told us last year on our camp out, that back before the WCG, you couldn’t hop on a transport and fly to Singapore for dinner like I do every Friday and I believe him, so we can thank the World Community Government for that too. Dad said that even a trip to Los Angeles was a pain, let alone going overseas.He said there was even places, back. We were walking and as I said I never had bad thoughts for her so I was walking cooly but after 2 minutes heavy wind started coming along with the rains so due the winds our umbrella started flying so I started controlling it while controlling it by mistakenly I pressed her waist which I was holding she moaned slightly umm I asked her kya hua she said kuch nhi I said ok then again a strong wind came so while controlling it I again pressed her waist and she moaned slightly umm mmmm I asked kya. ’ ‘I think they get the idea,’ said Jeff. I was barely embarrassed. My father deserved what he got. Still, I said, ‘Sorry.’ ‘I wish I’d been there,’ said Sandy. ‘Sandy,’ said Sunny, sharply. Sandy rolled her eyes. ‘I’m not sure he doesn’t have something up his sleeve,’ said Jeff. ‘I don’t think we’ll see anything tomorrow, but at least you have an idea where he’s coming from.’ This conversation would have caused considerable discomfort at any family dinner table. But the pause was very brief..