The lock on that thing can't be opened with a bent paperclip, and I started doing my journals on spiral notebooks. It's almost full of those, but in t...he last couple of years I've used a USB stick with Portable Apps on it. Even when Gramma gave me that old laptop as my very own, I used the sticks for my journals. Encrypted. Pull my fingernails, but I have a password that's gonna take an NSA computer to pick out, and my stuff is private.I'm writing this into one of those sticks. It's Monday after. That was a surprise.”“For me too. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But, it checked two fantasies off my bucket list at once.”“Really? Do tell.”“Well, I always wanted to try a threesome, but have been too shy to arrange one. This one kind of arranged itself. And, I have always fantasized about grabbing a stranger off the street, sneaking into an alley and blowing him. This was close enough.”“Ah. Were they as good as you thought they would be?”“Hell yeah. I am already thinking of. ” She imagined an insurgent targeting the unexpected invader with a mushroom-cloud maker, and shuddered. Why was she doing this?Delivering Kellie as instructed, Shrinx throbbed, the field crackling and pulsing bright green. Twenty miles distant, extending out of sight to the north, and miles to the south, spread a majestic city, half in ruin. Glass spires and gleaming towers of decorative metal and polished stone gave way to rubble. Artwork and landscaped parks (run wild in the absence of. What’s been eating you?’ Peter stared at her, his mouth set into a hard line and his thoughts locked on his problem as he wondered what was wrong with him. Women, that’s what was wrong. He decided to say nothing, no matter how much she stared at him and insulted him. He would say nothing. With no answer forthcoming, thoroughly exasperated Susie gathered up her things and left. She’d tried so hard to break through his reserve without success. She’d had enough of Peter O’Brien. Lying back on the.