Everyone present watched in fascination as it arced upward, then shortly after beginning its downward trajectory, was bounced back toward the ring of ...ships. It splashed harmlessly into the water a few hundred yards from one of the smaller ships and everyone watching was well aware that the miss could just as easily have been a hit. The wisdom of a full bombardment was looking very doubtful.”“Well, Commander? Does that fulfill the letter of your orders?”“Yes. However, I am convinced that there. He did some work for me,” said Christy, blushing.Jill’s gaze was level for a few seconds. She saw in Christy, the same thing that Christy had heard in her voice.“I see,” she said. “He kind of gets under your skin, doesn’t he?”Christy blushed harder.“Nevermind that,” said Jill, suddenly business like. “You have any experience at waiting tables?”“No,” admitted Christy.“Well, neither did I when I started.” Jill grinned. She turned and yelled over her shoulder. “Hey Sal ... there’s somebody here. So far only Irene is interested." You don't want to spend the rest of your life writing code?"Cynthia laughed. "Not hardly. I'm not sure what I want to do, but spending my days in a fabric-covered cubicle and staring at lines of code on a screen is not one of them." Me neither. I like making up the idea and letting someone else do the dirty work. I did promise my mother that I'd find some way to change the world. I guess I didn't specify which world I'd change. So far it looks like it'll be The. “What the fuck is going on in there” he asks curiously. Andre and me just smile, and I reply “fresh meat”. Alex grabs his junk, and replies “Oh fuck ya” and heads for the tent. Andre and me just bust out laughing, and I comment “That is gonna be one wasted dude by this afternoon”. Andre and me just laugh some more, as Blankenship walks up to pour some more coffee. “What's up” he asks. Shaking my head, I reply, “looks like new meat is getting his ass filled”. “Oh ya”? Blankenship replies,.