"They thought they knew exactly what I wanted so they wouldn't let me have it. Bargaining must be one mell of a hess where they come from. They have i...t in their heads they've made a bad deal if the other person gets something they want out of it." Shit, even I know it won't work that way," I said."They didn't. In fact I had a hard time keeping them focused on what they wanted. They'd get caught up in the deal and forget what they were trying to accomplish. Finally they decided the recruits they. Nope, I’ll walk right up in the middle of four hundred people waiting to get through ‘security’ and detonate a bomb in the middle of them. I could rack up hundreds.I want a T-shirt I saw on one of THOSE websites – you know the ones where if you visit, your name goes on a Federal watch list? This one has the stick figures, one standing with his arms over his head – a passenger, and the other is kneeling – a TSA ‘agent’, performing the old ‘bomb in the crotch’ check. The caption says “It’s not. Mind you, your Mum fixed it in the end, didn't she?" Yeah, she did, luckily. Listen Viv, I don't think badly of you, you know. I'm not mad with you. I was just trying to keep out of more trouble." Yeah, I know." Oh. But now... well, where do we stand?" With what?" Well, the crush, I guess." Oh, that. I got over it Tim. I met another boy, and he and I... well, we sorted it out." Sorted?" Yeah, we, well, listen, I don't know what I can say to you now. You might tell Graeme." Not me, Viv. Not. Yesterday we had some major breakthroughs. I just have to keep pushing and scheming. If only there were more costume parties! Those have such potential.Suzanne was remarkably accurate in guessing just how close Susan was to completely snapping and giving in utterly to her desires.But Susan's close brush with incestuous intercourse was an epiphany of sorts. She no longer had an overwhelming desire to be fucked, at least for the moment.Susan thought, If my Tiger could show that much self-control.