She turned around and smiled. She passed me and walked into the room I had just stepped out of.
I wanted to say something, like “Hello, my name is Professor John Thomas Booty. And who might you be?” but I had an inkling that might come out as unintelligible, so I refrained.
As I followed her through the doorway that led out of the room I woke up in and into the hallway, the interior changed drasitcally.
She did something I was hoping for but did not expect.
Then again, I was not expecting to see every piece of furniture suspended from the ceiling with chains.
Also, there were no windows.
I thank God that Prof Booty isn’t “Websensed.”
Just got back to the “anus of Afghanistan” off leave and have to say that both you and Dave are nothing short of “Oh my god, who the fuck sent this?” kinda cool guys.
Oh, and that’s in a good way. Sometimes it comes in a bad way too.
There seems to be great support here on the large packages to the company. All greatly appreciated especially since we’ve been, um, very busy.