“Did you hit anything?” I whispered. Beeg.com “Oh, darn it!” She exclaimed, glaring at her partner. The passenger, who was a woman of many last names. I wrapped my arms around her waist, my pinkies sneaking beneath her waistband. The USSR collapsed, economy was great, America was numero uno and no one could say a damn thing about it. As I exhaled, I immediately felt some of my stress flow out with the thousands of delightful carcinogens, and my shoulders relaxed. I was half a second from taking my two daughters by the hair, and dragging them bodily from the restaurant, over to the pier, and dunking them in the Gulf of Mexico.
