Paul, we had set up a good system. Where I went wrong was in not letting that system work for us." So now you're going to let go and give the system a...nother chance?" Yes, but there's more. I'm going to spend more of my time actually shooting the problems; that's what I enjoy most. I also need your help. I want more people from the engineering groups to join the test teams until we pass the acceptance test. With their involvement, the temp fixes will be much more apt to work, and engineering. " Natasha!" exclaimed Kirsty as she scurried after her flamboyant friend. "God! What is this place?" she asked moments later."It's something to do with the cricket club," replied Natasha, "but it's not used much anymore." What's that smell?" Probably piss," said Natasha, "You know what boys are like when they get caught short." You should talk," responded her friend."Yeah, I suppose I can," was the giggle-laden reply."So what have you dragged me in here for?" asked Kirsty."Mom's given us a. Where will we go, come on focus, one thing at a time, the boss always said—FUCK!’ She grasped her own head in frustration and then pushed herself up to standing. She wanted to pace around, but there was no darned room in this tiny cubicle hole in the wall crap place she was crammed into. In the cover of darkness, she stripped out of that ridiculous top and flung it off, then out of her old suit pants. ‘My old suit pants. Those were mine.’ She crawled under the covers while the wheels kept. As He curses your whorishness... grabbingyour naked hip with one hand... and with His dirty thumb... pressedagainst the back of your weak neck... wrapping His other hand... aroundthe front of your neck... and sinking His black fingers... deep intoyour fucking white throat... to shut you up... while He's still cursingyou... and then filling you... once again... with His slippery... andhot... nigger sperm... again... and then... while you're still chokingdown... the bitter remnants... from His.