..” his voice trailing off. After a slight pause, “Oh, shit,” as he pointed to the Total Distance indicator.Whitworth saw it at about the same t...ime. “Fuck,” he grumbled. “What the hell is that?” Then said louder, “Isn’t that the infinity sign? The damn technology has fucking packed up on us. I told the Sergeant that we wanted to measure whatever was on the other side of the crack. Size of the area; length width and so on. That would generally mean that the cameras would go straight across to. ” Then to John she said, “Okay, Notre Dame is a very large high-powered football school. So what?”Again John was intently studying something on the tabletop in front of him. “I want to go to Hillsdale!” he blurted. Then looking up at his mother he added, “It would be much better for the guys, too. And ... and ... Tony Kramer is the best quarterback I’ve ever seen. And Paul Christian is even faster than I am...” At that point John just ran down and stopped.“John, dear,” Andy asked with a wry. "James," she inquired, "what do you like to call it?" Well, Fran, at least in a private conversation I like to keep it simple and call it 'fucking'." Oh yes, of course," she agreed immediately. "That's the best word. I don't know why, but I never liked it before. After we fucked," she resumed, "I couldn't move. My whole body tingled like pins and needles only far more intense and it felt so lovely. My eyes were open but everything was so bright and I couldn't work out what I was looking at. And. But, as my eyes began to focus, I noticed movement in my groin. I initially considered it to be me moving into the non-existent mouth. But just as I exploded, I noticed something. It was like looking through an old window. The way they distorted your vision.The next thing I knew it was morning and my alarm was blaring. I jumped up, started the coffee, and hit the shower. I was at work planning the final day in a long series of large jobs before it hit me. As the presses hummed away, I.