.."Look ... I'm telling you we've got it covered here in DC. That shit-bag and his crew don't have any friends here at all, except for a couple of Lib...erals in Congress. Well ... and the Foundation, but who cares about that fucking batch of welfare-state shitheads? We'll handle all the press releases and the news items ... we'll just run it all through our friends and that's the story everyone will be hearing ... Look, I'll send you the drafts and then you can see for yourself that we're ready. Oh wow!!"You're the neatest kindest friend I ever had, Peter! Ever!" Julie Annunabashedly asserted and muting a chest thump of thunder I beamed."And you're the - nicest!" I avowed and she giggled, feathery eyelashesshyly fluttering aside. "I wanted to beat the snot outta those jerks,but why spoil a nice day, huh?" I wouldn't have minded," she answered in a soft almost wistful voicethat took me aback with dismay."I thought you didn't like me fighting or - stuff," I clipped that offbecause it. Miller said and hung up. Bonnie was already prepared for Tim, wearing a white terry cloth robe, a pair of pink semi-see through panties and nothing more. She had the shades drawn in the living room, and a lamp on for some light even though it was day time. She set in an armchair and waited to see what happened, hoping Mrs. Miller didn’t come calling.Within a few seconds there came a knock at the front door. Bonnie walked to the door and peeked out the peephole to see Tim standing there with a. With quick thinking, he kicked it out clean to our wingman, who was now in a steady sprint, dribbling down the left-center of the pitch.As he raced past mid-field, I ran with him at an angle. I was just to his left some 15 yards or so ahead of him. But we still had one defender waiting up in front of me. The defender had to wait because if he jumped one of us too quickly, it would free up the other.C'mon, c'mon...pass it, pass it. I kept thinking to myself, knowing that I was running out of.