"Mr Dobringer made a sudden grab for my phone. We ended up on the floor with Mr Dobringer on his back, immobilised in a headlock. I was shocked when I...saw the tent in his pants. I immediately thought of a way I might exploit it, although I'd never done anything remotely like it before."My God, you're getting off on this, aren't you!. Stand up and drop your pants then lean over your desk."As soon as I released him, Mr Dobringer did as I had commanded. Underneath his pants he was wearing a pair. She offered, "You know Chuck has his plane here, so we could quickly fly you back. I have an idea that may work as well, though."Everyone's attention focused on Lisa as she told us her plan, "How about Wanda, her John, Sam, Maria, and kids, all fly back, but we stop in Cut Bank to show Sam and Maria the farm. He can meet some people there and have an idea of what he is moving to. We'll stop in Sioux City where we will talk to the men proposed to be promoted, and then either fly John and Wanda. She gave everything she had, and asked for nothing in return, and again he felt a rush of emotion for her. But this was not the time for that. ‘I’ve heard from Peter,’ she said suddenly. ‘He was just about to board his plane and he said that he’d be back sometime tomorrow.’ ‘That’s good to hear,’ he remembered why he’d sent Peter on this trip in the first place, to give himself the opportunity to spend some time alone with Miranda. To try and sort out once and for all, these confusing feelings. So, you're back on the birds again.Those geese are huge! Where in the name of creation will I keep them?The neighbors are complaining, rightfully so,and it is impossible to sleep through this racket.Now let this be the end of this.Cordially,VioletDAY SEVEN:Bob,What the hell's with you and these fucking birds?!? Seven swans-a-swimming? What kind of goddamn joke is this?There's bird shit all over the house and they never stop with the racket.Stop with this sadistic nonsense.This is not funny.