She was pretty and she knew it, dating only the popular lads at college. These three were nerdy looking, two skinny, one fat, lank hair, pimples and g...asses aplenty. They’d approached her with plenty of confidence, perhaps sensing her desperation, the leader tapping her on the shoulder just as she was about ready to break into tears.She was a tall, leggy blonde with nice big breasts and she looked down imperiously on the little nerd who’d spoken. His dark hair was greasy and unwashed, his. Stacey and Kellie were chattering about a party this weekend, and Todd and James were talking football. Both were on the varsity team. Todd was a wide reviewer and James ... a defensive tackle, she thought? Maybe."I can't believe you agreed to this," Jon said. "Not that I'm complaining. You know?"She followed his eyes to the purple hickey on her boob. She bet Stacey and Kellie had teased her about that. She bet the guys had given Jon a hard time, stupid boy-laughing and snickering. Stupid. Mike had found the hiding place of these kidnappers, and had to report back to Lt Randall. He crawled back down the hill to make his way back to Rudy and the Super Cub. He was obviously in a hurry, and Rudy saw him coming and started the little plane. Mike was barely in his seat when Rudy lifted off and headed back to the Aurora View sub-station.When they landed, they were in for a shock. There on the Aurora View Lodge airstrip was the blue and white twin-engine Chieftain! Mike got an instant. So, I knew I was not the only one. There was always something very mysterious about an older woman. Perhaps it was because at that time I had yet to experience one. I think though, it went well beyond that. Helene Cohen represented a world a young man like myself could only dream of. From the Mercedes 450SE she drove to the designer handbags, she represented a world of wealth, luxury and intrigue that was so foreign to me at the time. She had no doubt experienced so much more than this young.