Good, insatiable, and popular. And I loved all of those things—well, maybe not the popular thing so much.The day I got out jail, Trish had been ther...e to greet me. "Hi Jerry, got a little time for me?" she said.I think my smile gave me away, "Of course," I said. We headed off to a nearby diner. I wondered if she was going to like me in Navy blue. The talk was mellow and about nothing and everything. She was so damn cute that I knew I just had to have her. The good news was that she wanted me. None of them was bad. Most of them was just so focused that they can't see nothin' but their corner of the world. I expect that is what got us into this mess in the first place. No body is coordinatin' the whole thing and the AI's really don't understand what it takes to run a war. They been sheepdogs so long they can't even do more than think about how to maybe cure cancer.Then again I got some imagination. Would you want an intelligence that never slept, that had the entire knowledge base of. ”The media was wanting another news conference with the French President and now Louis with his cabinet were more than willing to bask in the spotlight. Even though they had wanted to stay away as far as possible, they were now more than willing to be in the media glow. Politics as usual no matter where one went.Andy - still at the training site - sent updated statistics that I gave when it was my turn to speak.“With the counts tallied there are a total of two hundred and thirty prisoners. The. She even bent over to adjust the straps on the shoes, so the salesman could see up the back of her dress to her bare arse. I was dying of excitement watching my wife exposing herself to this young man. The look on the salesman's face was priceless; it was like he was hypnotised, and the rest of the world didn't exist. His attention was 100% fixated upon my wife and what she may expose next. She then sat down and leaned over to take off the shoes and as she did, she gave him a great view down.