” The Sergeant said.“Damn it!” The grim faced man said. “Then we have no way to track that-- thing!” The man spit out in disgust. “I told ...the president and the chiefs of staff this was a bad idea!”“I do believe we have a way to track it sir.” The sergeant replied when the man calmed down.Snapping his head around to look at the sergeant, the man got a half smirk. “Oh really? Pray tell how we can track a machine that is faster than anything we have? That has cognizant abilities to out think even. Op die bewuste vrijdag was ik naar de kapper geweest, een mooie knielange jurk opgezocht, ik besloot een witte vrij lage kanten BH aan te doen, mijn maatje C tieten hebben wel wat ondersteuning nodig, een witte kanten string en donkere hold up kousen.De jurk had een wat dieper, wel net decolleté, een donker rood sjaaltje deed ik aan en donker rode laarsjes eronder, netjes opgemaakt, ik was wel tevreden met mijn outfit.Leendert zag er ook netjes uit, we hebben de afspraak dat we naar dit soort. “I actually considered not going to his funeral because I knew I would have to present a sad persona to his family and friends and no doubt some of his faceless mistresses.” It was a question he immediately regretted asking, but the words had already left his mouth. “Do I ever think of him,” she laughed, flashing her eyes with amusement. “Only when I’m cutting sausages,” she replied, with mocking sarcasm. The headlights lit up the dark country road, infidelity, death and humour lost in a. They’re coming. He’s gonna be running the crawfish boil.” She huffed. “And I’m gonna miss it.”“If you were gonna meet friends at the mall, she’d drop you off, right?”“Yeah...”“So this is like that. Get ‘er to drop you off. We’ll get you home. Just like if you went to a movie or something...”“Except I’m not at the mall being seen by my peers who are envious that they’re NOT me.”“I can’t help you there,” I said. “I kinda like the version of you that I get to see.”She smiled demurely. ‘Demure’?.