since my gym scenario i detailed in my previous post with sir Michael Little, i have yet to see him show his little face anywhere. every day, i gear myself up for that unavoidable, awkward situation that i have created for myself, only to be let down by seeing Teryn's girly face peering over at me from her card-swiping desk. there are only two (equally impossible) answers to mr. Littlle's disappearance:
1. i've devastated the poor little dude with 4 little empty words "i can't. i'm busy."
2. he's been kidnapped by the Russians- who will undoubtedly torture him until he tells them who informed him about the nuclear materials.
i'll keep you posted on future developments.