"Bull. How do you treat little dorks like Shannon when you catch themalone?" Harrumph!" The overgrown boy exhaled through his nose. "Coach, Imostl...y give a big ol' wedgie. Pull that underwear right up their goofyasses."The coach nodded as if he assessed the situation as correct. "Why don'tyou demonstrate on this dork what a good wedgie looks like." Sure thing, Coach!" Bull smiled sinisterly at the sight of theprotruding backside of the trembling boy.Without any sense of gentility the. Piggidigi's dark eyes dropped down to his hand and then over to the far wall."Veni."Yelka stared for a moment, thinking over her response as his eyebrow slowly raised. Then he shrugged and leaned back in his chair, lifting the goblet to his chin."I can't say I'm surprised. The young thing's a cunt." He cleared his throat before tilting the goblet against his lips.Piggidigi released a soft chuckle as he drank, eyes watching the goblet all the way back to the table before twitching back to. Nothing. I spoke to our people in London and while Kustensky’s interest in cruise missiles on behalf of the Soviets was of some concern then, he returned to Moscow in ? 1990 and was off our radar screen. He re-appears as a business man after that but was no longer a person of particular focus and he isn't of particular interest to the Agency now, either. He has opened an engineering subsidiary in the US a couple of years ago but there seems to be absolutely no reason why we would have gone. ‘SERIOUSLY? You scared the crap outta me!’ she replied not ashamed to show her annoyance. ‘Take em out in the morning before you go to work.’ ‘I’ll forget. I’m stupid like that,’ I said. ‘You’re an idiot like that,’ she shot back with an annoyed smile. ‘I know. But they’re full and spilling over. I gotta get out there,’ I mumbled. ‘FINE!’ she snorted. ‘You’ve already ruined a perfectly good afterglow. Creep!’ she smiled. I sat up and started looking for underwear, pants, anything to put on..