Morrison was an involuntary test subject. He had been demobilized and shipped back from Saigon after spouting off to his commanding officer in a drunk...en outburst that there was no way in hell the "police action" in Viet Nam could be won. It was LBJ's fucking war, Morrison had said, and he could damn well figure out a way to clean up the mess he'd created. Hastily bounced from the combat theater and threatened with brig time and a dishonorable discharge if he didn't cooperate, Morrison had been. Fir mai bathroom gea aunty ke naam ki muth maari to thori shanti mili aise hi kuch din baad aunty mujhe market me dikhi to maine unhe smile di unhone bhi has kar jwaab diya mai thora khush hua aise hi agle din grocery store par aunty mili to maine unse hi hlo ki bbaat shuru hone laggi maine thori unki tareef ki wo khusj hui kafi hamne no. Bhi exchange kar liya( unke husband nahi hai wo or unki beti akelo hi rehti hai ) to maine isi bahane apna no.Diya agar koi kaam ho to bta dena kuch din. Fir. I begin to say something when I hear gunfire outside and say, "Shit Masha, something else is going on here and I need to go."I bail out of bed, toss on my clothes, grab a rifle and head for the door...Present – Masha – Outside the FBI officeI look at Todd and plead, "Todd, something bad is happening at the cabin again. Is there some way we can get to the cabin post haste?"He signs, "I think I might be able to acquire a helicopter for us."He does acquire a helicopter with a pilot and we proceed. "Breakfast?" the hostess asked."Still serving?" For another 5 minutes." Great!"The dinning room was nearly empty and she sat us at a table with a wonderful view of the ocean. The waves were a foot or more and breaking with a crash as they hit the beach. I guess it was still too cool for some, but there were maybe 25 people brave enough to venture out s**ttered here and there in chairs and laying on towels.Brenda's head turned as a lovely woman with a golden tan and not much material covering it.