The sheets had consecutive numbers printed with an ink that only appeared under a special light. It was a precautionary device. Very simple ... extrem...ly reliable. The pages were numbered to prevent a team from violating any number of directives. Each day demanded a separate sheet. If there was a number missing ... then something was recorded that the team did not want uncovered."Which team?" he asked"Four." What are you going to do about it?"Glorious, as the ship, was responsible for. She briefly wondered what it would feel like to stroke a horse penis. Her mind wouldn’t stay distracted though. She drifted right back to the problem at hand.Mrs. Anderson wasn’t Mona’s favorite just because the kind beautiful teacher had the body of a Hollywood starlet. She was also a very intelligent woman. If anyone could figure it out, Mrs. Anderson could!“What if she figures it out, and then hates me?” Mona whispered as she slipped into the boy’s bathroom.She watched a couple of jocks go. John handed Xmon a gold coin along with a silver coin, “How did you get paid for the job?”“Land, I was to get my land back,” Xmon said.“How big was your land?” John asked.“We eat at sunrise. We start in corner of the land, we walk very fast around the land. It is time to eat again when we get back to the corner.” Xmon said, “The sun is high over my head.”“My land is about two or three times that big. It is 64 acres. It has a creek in it. Water. And a big pond.”“You’re usual Mr. President?”. That included phones or other type of tech that had a GPS on it. He actually found an old road atlas at a thrift store. We were driving forever and he never admitted he was lost and I could tell every time he pulled over to look at the map he had no idea where he was. Eventually we convinced himto get directions. My mom and I were waiting for him to come back into the car expecting him to apologize to us. But instead he told we were almost there. And went on for 10 minutes about how he knew.