"Want a lift Rob?" she said, "Yes please Mrs.S*****" I answered and jumped in the passenger seat. As we drove off she said "Mrs S***** is a bit formal... call me Jean, after all I've known you since you were a baby!"I squirmed a bit with embarrassment but soon relaxed and she started chatting and making small talk, asking if I was looking forward to my new job. As she was driving I started to notice what she was wearing, it was a plain light yellow cotton sundress, knee length with a quite low. I really think this would have been the best End of Project swap night you and I have ever experienced."Lisa, always the devoted companion said. "I'm sorry too, Darling. Can't you beg off for twenty-four hours," She asked."No, I have to be in New York in a couple of days for meetings, and briefings. I'll have to catch the evening helicopter out of here at six this afternoon." As soon as I go home for a week, I'll come out to the Middle East to join you there," Lisa consoled him."Meanwhile you. They'd just gotten the wagons pulled in when a gunshot rang out. Oso saw that there were now two dust clouds moving toward them; they were closing the distance much faster than before. It wasn't long before he could make out Dillon riding at a high gallop back toward them. He pulled Buck up as he rounded one of the wagons and jumped off."Ethan, take Buck; he's got a rock under his left front shoe. He pulled up lame those last twenty yards or so. See if you can get it out and then get back to. Just as bad as when we first met.’ The admission to himself was liberating and he felt himself now allowing the feelings to course through him. His body was waking up quickly and he shifted his hips. He looked back at her and found her eyes now staring up at him. ‘What?’ he asked. ‘I was wondering what you were thinking.’ He swallowed. They had always been honest with each other. ‘I was thinking — about you. Being here.’ Her eyes became coy as she asked innocently, ‘And what about me, being.