Doubtlessly something it’d provoked. Probably something of the initially unspeakable excruciating variety. The kind which once they really thought a...bout it might jar mindful viewers. Joking, Farrell asked, ‘These aren’t going on the internet, are they?’ Inez turned. Her voice carried severe prognosis tones. ‘I’d hoped to speak to you about possible exhibition. In a gallery, not on some smutty web site. You see it’s still in discussion, a preliminary phase actually. Um, a compilation of recent. I turn to check our rear, then I put several rounds into a few cars and men down that way. When I turn back I hear full automatic rifle fire from the direction of the highway. Glancing over I see a couple of trucks with soldiers lining the sides while they fire at the men shooting at us. After a couple of more minutes the auto-fire stops. I stand there looking around while some soldiers are quick to move across the road to check out the car park and two medics see to Bob.I reload the AA-12’s. I had just come out of the shower when there was a knock on the door. I just had a towel wrapped around me but answered anyway checking through the eye glass that it was David. It was so I let him in as well as Peter who was with him. They both kissed me and as I turned to walk away to get dressed Peter pulled the towel off of me. "God" he said "its been some time since I saw that body" I have missed it".He pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth, which I returned and when he started. Reading the book while I ate, I felt like I was intruding on another world. The book was the diary of a Dr. Louis Brantwell, a research scientist from Europe. Skipping through entries, I found where he started the diary on the ship while coming over to America. Originally from Dublin, he'd spent his student years in England. From the way he wrote, it seemed that his true love was pure, scientific research. The process of discovery was what made him happy. He studied a lot about the human mind,.