"Dad's still the same old man, surrounded by his buddies, all excited about buying boats, dismantling them, and if they salvage a usable radio, they're happy for hours. Regular health checkups suggest I better not cross him; the old man's fit enough to strangle me with one hand." Tommy picked up Tony's Camel cigarettes, lit one up, took a deep inhale, and then coughed twice:
"Just from the godawful drag of this thing, I could tell those rumors about the Pentagon only grudgingly supplying one inflatable doll per navy ship must be true. Rolling and smoking Texas cow dung would smell better than this crap."
He stubbed out the cigarette he'd just lit and took a sip of coffee before continuing:
