You could see the layers in the steel, and they imparted a strange beauty to it. Sword connoisseurs who knew their blades would pay big for such a Dam...scus blade, especially one finished to Jason's standards.The problem was that pattern welding was a heck of a lot of work, and a pain in the butt. It was a little easier with a rolling mill, but that was a machine Jason didn't have, and he preferred to do it in the traditional manner anyway. It took at least four hands, and there were a couple. "I can but, not you." she said looking at him noticing how much he had grown over the last year. "Get dressed and we will be off." Michael said, "Mom, I know I can't go in underwear." as he disappeared into his room. Michael reappeared in a few minutes and headed for the garage to get the F150 (a Ford ½ ton pickup) that was kept there for chores and errands. The truck started immediately and Michael knew that Alberto had been taking care of the truck. As Michael was closing the garage door,. ’ I stopped in my tracks. ‘You were the one! I felt someone watching me!’ He had the decency to blush. ‘I couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful and move so well. Plus you remind me of someone.’ ‘Well damn, you dug yourself out of that one quite effectively,’ I couldn’t help but smile at him. ‘Just remember though, I’m me, not whoever I remind you of. Now let’s go.’ ‘Yes ma’am!’ he laughed, saluting smartly, as we resumed our pace. We entered the meeting room and headed to the wall of books in the. The two visitors were his good friend Vic, always ready to enjoy a good day along with his buddy, and he carried with him an extra partner, a Russian man with blonde hair and a full beard named Sergei Vitaiev, a man from the Army who came to stay in Vic’s home for a couple of weeks during his vacation. And of course he took Sergei to visit one of his best pals ever.But that visitation wasn’t just something that every friend does to another. This aforementioned visitation ended being a great.