“Well hi, Sweetheart,” Jake said, hugging her. Alicia didn’t say anything for a long moment. She just let him hold her while shegently leaned in...o his shoulder. Jake knew something was wrong. She was traveling alone. She didn’t like being alone at all, and would make friends with the strangest people, just to have someone to talk to when she traveled.“Hi, yourself, Uncle Jake,” he heard her whisper.The sadness in her voice confirmed to him that, once again, something catastrophic had happened. I was checking out her clothes as she and Scotty talked. Her top was tight fitting, zipper unzipped almost to her navel, her little tits barely show from the opening. She had on super tight bike shorts, with holes everywhere. Her flip flops didn't match, but oh well cuz of her ways of being weird.The phone rang, I answered and it was daddy saying him and mom had a dinner date with a client and won't be home til later. When I told Scotty and Sally what was up, Sally was happy. She said that. Pru, caught by surprise, returned his salute, though hardly with military precision, then took his hand."Prudence Whiteside," she replied.The tall soldier chuckled. "General Khan told me you and your friends are not conventional forces." His smile was genuine, his tone friendly, and he spoke in Arabic, but Pru sensed no depth to his apparent friendliness. The officer went on, "But, he did say you are well-trained and effective. I've listened to the recordings of your Wadi Felucca operation, and. Peterson came in just before 8:30. It didn’t bode well that Coach Mullins was with him. They sat down and he smiled around the room at all of us.“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve asked Coach Mullins to sit in on our meeting this morning,” he started. “We discussed what happened at a meeting of the staff on Friday afternoon and tried to come up with a solution that would allow us to field a cheer team for our sports events at the very least.”I didn’t like where this was going already. It sounded.