I’m in the elevator breathing in and out trying to recollect my thoughts and trying this “up-speak” approach. Let me be real, its management and...in fact is upper management. A different type of monster a whole other type of level of stupid the type that comes in trying to fix what is not broken in the first place and turn around and blame the first person under them. DING DING DING < elevator door opens, there I go walking out to a small hallway with a check-in desk at the center. Two officers. Steve looked at the clock, it was now 1:30 in the morning. "Man it late, I guess I should go."I grabbed his arm as he turned to leave, "or you could stay." Are you sure?" he asked."Of course daddy, we can cuddled," I laughed.He laughed back and kissed me once more, "Ok if its ok with you, I'll stay." Yay," I exclaimed. "I guess I should cleanup for bed," I said popping to my feet and trotting towards the bathroom. I looked back at Steve lounging on the bed, "make yourself comfortable, I'll be. It will improve our odds of detecting similar entries but detection will never be perfect." We ought to randomize our reconnaissance flights," said Terry of Sarah's Clan."Flight operations have already done that. Actually, we were partially doing it before. Now it is being done a bit more seriously." Anything else?" said Sarah. When no one raised another topic, she continued with, "Well it looks like we are caught up. Let's do this again in five days, unless a need causes us to convene sooner.". Finallyhe was happy with it. Now he could tell Mary he had written astory. It was fifteen chapters long. That night at supper he said, "Today I think I finished a story.It isn't as good as the ones you write but I wrote in my own way." "What's it about?" "It's about two friends in the American Civil War and how theirlives are affected by it. It isn't really much, it's just a story." "I want to read it! After supper print it out and give it to meso I can read it." After supper he printed it.