I can operate just as I did before that fuckhole shot me in the back. You know as well as I do, that the plan is to one day have a case officer with a... smarter than smart phone in his pocket. He will contact me, when there is something you want done. I will contact him, when I need something from you.Otherwise I am an on the shelf weapons system just sitting in some rinky dinky little town, trying to stay out of trouble and do some good, while I wait to go kill someone for you, I said it then. Kesi laid on a massage table, a cream-coloured blanket covered her from her knees to her neck. Rania was laying on an adjoining table with a blanket covering her.Latif stood at the foot of a massage table, running his oil-covered fingers around his mother’s toes.Ini-Herit and Latif were wearing a shendyt, a kilt-like garment. Ini-Herit applied warm oil to his hands and ran his fingers around Kesi’s toes.His son ran his hands up his mother’s leg, up to her knees. She easily complied as he moved. As I watched, Connie started to flag, I suggested she should turn in, and escorted her to the guestroom. Then I went to my room and hit the hay myself. For the second day in a row, I had a homeless woman, someone I barely knew, sleeping under my roof. Looking back, perhaps I was hoping she would steal everything and, in doing so, remove all physical reminders of Breana – something that I had been unable to do.I laid on my pillow and again felt the sorrow and sense of loss before falling. He's on his feet now and his face is white with panic. Hurt and being incompetent, he lashes out with a clumsy attempt to shift me. I'm caught off guard, his chain hits me, but there's already a connection there. A much stronger connection. His miserable attempt slides off me and he's even more confused.My wife's words come back to me. Find my line. Why hadn't I looked earlier? It's right there. I'm connected to something, someone. Distracted, I don't notice the clerk muster his next attack.He.