See you Saturday, Love, CarolynOn Thursday evening, Les was not in the kitchen. Carolyn wondered, “What is going on?”Les met his wife in the den. ...e was as dressed for romance as any husband ever was. He suggested, “Why don’t you have a flute of the chilled bubbly beside your tub, take a nice bath and meet me back here in an hour or so. Dinner will be delivered in about two hours. That should give us some time to relax and get to know each other.”Carolyn was disconcerted. They’d not made love. Gary had saved a life, got a promotion, and a metal that he wasn’t able to talk about plus a career path choice. He picked jets. He passed barely got his training then the first time in a war zone got taken out with a handheld rocket as he took off.John was talking aloud, “I wonder if I could send them to the moon, no, I’ll send them to the sun.” After three attempts Jenny giggled, John smiled, and the others in the church all started breathing again. The first set of pews was clear without any. "The details were discussed over the table while they ate and sipped coffee and carefully considered their options. Jim was too old to hike that distance up and back, so he'd take his saddle horse, and a good pack horse. Once they had Mike stabilized with proper dressings and thickly padded splints for his crushed leg, they would carry him in a side-stretcher slung from the pack saddle with bags of feed slung on the other side for balance. It was the only way to get him down the narrow. They probably wouldn't like that around the office." You don't know Gary Edwards. He'd love it. In his business, that would be a plus. He wheels and deals with some of the sickest, skuzziest perverts around; besides, we don't deal with the general public. The office I work in is private. No, if I ever showed up wearing a dog collar that said 'Bitch Whore' on it, I'd be screwed royally. It would be open season on pretty Judy McDuff. My lesbian front wouldn't stop him if he saw me wearing that.".