Lisa was the first to respond. “Guys…look, we’re probably going to be witnesses in a criminal trial – so for now we have no comment.”
The reporter motioned to the camera crew to cut the taping. “As you wish, certainly. This will be off the record, of course, but just satisfy my own curiosity; do you think you’ll be accepted to Brown?”
“Lisa and I are both hopeful, but at a school of this caliber, there is never a guarantee.”
“What do you think about what is happening to your bodies?”
Lisa and Jen turned to each other wide-eyed. Was this woman for real?
“Well,” Jennifer deadpanned. “We don’t seem to be attracting as much attention from men as we had been in the past few weeks. My muscles are sore, I’m told that I can look forward to walking oddly for a couple of weeks when my pelvis starts changing, and it looks like we’re going to be reupholstered in fur. I THINK we are a little bit perturbed about the situation.”
"Were you staying with friends here at Brown?" The girls winced at this.
"REALLY, no comment."
Andrea joined her friend and sister with a quick nod to the CNN reporters. "We need to be off, guys. I'm heading back to NYU tonight."
The CNN reporter blanched. "Would you mind if I walked along with you? Listen, I'm kind of on the bubble at CNN, if you girls could help me out, it just might save my job."
"Sorry...really, we have nothing to say on the matter."
The three girls exited as quickly as they could. Andy wasn't certain, but it seemed like she had to exert herself a lot more to keep up with Jennifer and Lisa. Within fifteen minutes thay had paid their hotel bill and were hurrying back to Long Island
"Are you really leaving tonight, Andy?"
"'Fraid so, lil sister. Emma reminded me of why I'm spending so much for an NYU education. But I'll be back in ten days on Wednesday night for Thanksgiving. Are you guys OK?"
"More or less," sighed Lisa. "Actually...and I know this sounds really odd, when we were walking back, I could feel the hair on my body tickling against my clothing."
Andy raised an eyebrow at this. "And?"
"Andy, it started feeling really good."
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"Audrey, I cannot accept your resignation," said Donald over the phone. "However, under the circumstances, I'd be pleased to grant you a leave of absence. Just hop on the next plane out of Inchon and meet me in my office when you get the chance. We’ll discuss the particulars there.”
Audrey did exactly that. She sent an email to Carol, letting her know that she would grab the next flight from Seoul to JFK, have a meeting with Mr. Trump and then reunite with her daughter.
The first available flight departed Seoul on Monday night, still Sunday in New York . Avoiding North Korean airspace, the 747 proceeded over Manchuria and entered Russia .
With budget cutbacks, Russia had been forced to reduce the men available for defense zone coverage, and Yuri Ivanovitch was kind of half dozing as he manned his sector on the coast of the Arctic Ocean . The IFF had been malfunctioning as of late and as Carol’s flight proceeded northward, the IFF mischaracterized the plane’s radar signal.
“Hoo-booooy! Missle votch is SO BORINK!”
“Vait!! Vhat iz zat? ENEMY CONTACT?!?! Vait must double-ch…”
To Yuri’s horror, the harsh whoosh of half a dozen S-300 surface-to-air missles launching echoed through his head.
“Oops, that’s going to smart!”
“Sorry!”
“My bad!”