Until now that is...Her Mother had always told her never pick up strangers on the road you never know what kind of person they are and you could wind ...p dead yatta yatta yatta...you know how Mom's are...Still he looked hot and she could use a distraction from thinking about Paul so she pulled over a little ways down from him and waited for him to catch up he strolled up to the car and she watched how his tight leather pants hugged his legs and even showed a bulge at his crotch stop looking at. Again the joyful agony of picking an outfit delighted her; this time she chose a long Tweed skirt and bright orange blouse ? on this of all weekends she didn't want to blend into the woods! While the coffee warmed she sat on the porch and did her makeup in the bright light of the sun, then settled the wig on her head and donned an a frilly apron to keep breakfast from spoiling her outfit. She ate on the porch, enjoying the songs of the birds and continuing the novel from the previous evening.. Would you like a sip of Scotch?" That was Christopher's favorite libation. Robert nodded and took a seat on the small couch, thanking his hostess as she brought a small tumbler holding the brown liquid.Christopher raised the glass, "To a wonderful friend and brave pilot!" He downed it in one gulp and turned to Clara next to him. Putting the glass down, he wrapped his arms around her and they both wept."I was with him on that last patrol. We were jumped by a bunch of ME109s. Christopher downed. Ah well, I s'pose I kin go see big Bertha 'nstead."After several hours of thinking Frank came to the decision that he would need the old butler after all."As far as we know the old boy doesn't use guns so we should be safe if we keep out of reach of his feet and that stick of his," muttered Frank as he downed his drink and headed for bed.The next morning Jean stood in front of his mirror muttering."All of these weapons ruin the lines of my suit, but it can't be helped," he said with a sigh.He.