"Oh yes, shortly after that happened, a young woman broke into our supposedly secure Top Secret communications system and delivered their own ultimatu...." What do they want?" the Chairman asked, nervously."She demanded that we release all of the hostages, unharmed and in good condition in one hour, or they would make what just happened look like a minor accident!!" the General screamed in rage."Where the hell did this attack come from?" the Chairman demanded, shouting himself."We have. It was short and formal, and we made arrangements over the course of the day. He invited me to his house the next evening. After classes, I showered and drove about 30 minutes to his house. It was a fairly wooded neighborhood, and his house was pretty private. I texted him letting him know I arrived, but I was sure he had been watching and waiting for me anyway. I walked up to the front door and was incredibly nervous, shaking and shy. He opened the door and said hello, and gently pulled me. .. certain ... Glow ... when was your last... ?" Nyoman made that hand gesture that signifies there's more to say without saying it.Realization dawned. "FUCK!!! I'm never late ... Nyo? What am I going to do?" Do?" asked David, sticking his head around the hatch. "Do about what? Are you sick?" Eer ... no? I mean ... I hadn't thought about ... Oh shit." She grabbed her stomach. The head was just around the corner ... the corner David was blocking. She belched ... it smelled really bad ... that. We wandered through the house looking for telltale evidence of the past. The place was eerie. But maybe because we explored every nook and cranny and had gotten used to the presence of the violently murdered former occupants through flashes of cold air and shadows in our peripheral vision, we slowly discovered our courage.We used the place as an occasional clubhouse. Except for a rectangle of foam rubber and a bamboo mat we smuggled in, the place remained as bare as we originally found it. When.