She obviously had a higher number and didn’t want to wait. That’s when my decision was made. I got up from my seat, and walked over to the way-too...serious woman with the clipboard. I pulled my ear buds out before she could look up at me, and I smiled when she did. Her face looked tired already. ‘Excuse me. Hi. I was wondering if it would be a huge problem if I traded lanyards with that girl and her mom in the red shirt.’ I tried to point them out without actually pointing to them, but the. I remember the crisp white uniform she wore, but it wasn't until I was probably 12 or 13 that I started noticing what was underneath. Obvious outline of the bra, sometimes the panties and the suspender straps bulging at her thighs. I was fascinated. It was then I realised that when she took a break, she slipped the uniform off and hung it up wandering around in her long silk slip which was worn over the lingerie and under the uniform. I hadn't really noticed before but now the lace trimmed. We were scrambling here in Cheyenne getting ready to leave. I made arrangement to retain two railcars for the furniture and household goods we wanted to take with us. We found we would need some sort of storage near the depot when we reached California. The demurrage charges would be considerable if the cars went over the three day unload limit and the charges kicked in.We planned to leave on Monday morning. The two cars we had reserved had been sitting on the siding since Saturday. On Sunday. “You sick bitch,” the one facing Grace growls. “You think you’re so great? We’ll see how smart you are when we fuck your corpse.”“Then what are you waiting for?” Grace mocks. She slides her pistol away again and gestures for them to attack.The thug looks to the other two and gives them a curt nod before charging. Grace waits until the last possible moment. She steps back as the two men at her sides thrust in, one with a knife and the other the broken bottle. Her sword shortens and vanishes in.