I must have done something right because the blood stopped spraying.I looked at the Butterbar and said, "You need to put your hand behind mine and fol...ow your fingers down to my index finger. It's the one that's covering the bleeder. I will slip my hand out of the way and prepare the suture."For a fucking green Butterbar, he surprised me and followed directions to a T. Once I was sure his index finger was on the bleeder, I slipped my hand out of the wound in Jack's ass and prepared the suture. That was when Mr. Smith looked up and Pete saw his eyes widen in surprise. No doubt about it, Mr. Smith (if that really was his name) was the Sonarian agent!Suddenly the mental brick wall pushed back at him and the kitten claws became saber tooth tiger fangs tearing at his defenses. Pete drew back his probe and with all his hypno-juice empowered might he hit the phony janitor with the mental equivalent of a haymaker and saw the man stagger under the attack. Pete hit him again with as much power. Once you give up control of the money, you've given up control of the company. I've seen twenty or thirty good companies go under after they made the kind of move you're suggesting I make." I didn't say you wouldn't be there to check over everything before we sign off on it. You can't do everything, and the company needs you to look at the big picture, to coordinate things and make sure everything is being given its right priority. You're the only one who understands everything we're trying to. Myron, the 6' 7" tall and 224 lb. pencil-necked and noticeably nerdish white man was now completely entrenched into adulthood. He had moved back home after college to live with his mom and dad. He father passed away less than five years later. But, his mother's house had already been paid for and the insurance, as well as the small nest egg left by his deceased father, had taken care of the rest. This allowed Myron to save most of the money he was earning in the corporate world and to make a.