”“You are wrong what your eyes have witnessed is absolutely real, and is still happening.”“Have you confronted the Americans about this My Fat...her?”“No and I have not approached the Russians either, and do not intend to until I know much more.” He paused and steeped his finger. A sure sign to his son to remain quite while his farther contemplated his choices. Moments latter he looked up and made eye contact with his son.“You still have your contacts in the Americans space program.” The King. " How brave you are," she laughed. "Shouldn't we actually do some work on your house for a change?" Oh, I suppose so," he grudgingly acknowledged. "Do you have something to show me?" Yes, I have some colour suggestions for the interior and a couple of ideas for the exterior. Why don't you come over and have a look." It was an all-business invitation."Great, I'll be there in ten minutes." See you then. Bye."True to form, he was there in ten minutes and knocking on her door. She let him in and. “That sounded great,” I admitted. “Did you write that?”He threw a dismissive grin my way. “Come on, dude, haven’t you heard it on the radio? It’s everywhere!”“Sorry, not much of a radio man these days,” I dismissed. “Too fucking busy, and the only thing that’s ever playing is that REM song anyway.”Skinner laughed, and for once I thought it sincere. “Ain’t that the truth! Fuck that whiny shit. Do you want to hear another one?”“Sure, go for it. You need to fill an hour,” I said, though I was. “You don’t like smoking, do you?” Woz commented, staring at a packet of Marlboro Lights she had on the table. “I guess I oughtta stop too. Being pregnant and all. ‘S difficult though. But you done me real good. I ain’t felt like a ciggie since we got here. I s’pose this gabbing’s taken my mind off things.” “I suppose it must have done,” admitted Wendy with a smile. “I ain’t had so much fun in ages, y’know. I’d never thought a posh bint like you, y’know, with your university degree and all,.