"Would you like me to get you a beer before we start, " she asked."Yeah, why not?"I couldn't figure her out, but I was willing to go along with it. Sh... brought me a beer, sat down, and brought out her books."Let's just skip that, " I said."Pardon?" You're not here to tutor me. You wanna get it on again, and I'm ready to go. Stand up."Needless to say, I wasn't normally this aggressive, but after what happened the last time, I figured she couldn't be here for any other reason. Besides, I was. They keep making changes which require Sal to have to go over the entire aircraft to get it to stay quiet. They just don’t understand that the original design was done to keep within a certain profile and they keep wanting to change that profile. They know that our design works as they have built one aircraft exactly to our spec, and it’s as quiet as a 737 at Mach 2. Their engineers and interior designers who want interior and exterior changes are the ones who can’t leave the aircraft. " Yeah, I just got in tonight. Good to be home again."Ros turned to the man who was standing in the background watching the proceedings."Rick, this is John Johnson, a friend of mine. John, this is Rick Miller, Sally's friend." I understand you're an author," I said, extending my hand to him."That's right," he confirmed with a limp handshake. "I write mystery novels. Spy stuff, actually. Been very lucky and had some success." I've heard the name," I admitted. "How did you meet Ros?" Actually, I. She’d join me in her room when she finished and we’ll go out for dinner and drinks. I made it to her hotel as we had talked about, retrieved the key she’d left at the desk for me and headed to her room. I was sleepy and tired, but first things first. I went through her bags on my panty hunt. She made it easy for me. When I opened the first bag, the one that was laying on one of the beds, that was a note that popped out which read, I brought several pair for you to choose from, you may take more.