Kyra got a surprised look on her face and inquired,"You want to take in a complete stranger who you just met into your house for the night, why?" Well...you're far from home, it's late, you don't have any other way home, and I'm not leaving you alone here." She looked up at him,"Where do you even live?" Not even 10 minutes away." Are you sure?" I wouldn't be offering it I wasn't sure. You've had a rough night and as I said I'm not leaving you alone." She looked around worriedly before. It shouldn’t be hard to figure out how I do it. I roll onto my back, let my legs spread themselves a bit. And then I think. Sometimes it’s the guy I had a huge thing for in high school. Sometimes it’s my ex, he was great at head (I taught him everything he knows). But often times, I like teachers. Something about a guy that reads a lot just gets me going. I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a. Your instructors were happy this morning, so, you are now rated on the C-130 and will move to operational status effective immediately.”I couldn’t help but break into a grin.“Furthermore, you are to be promoted to flying officer. Congratulations.”“I ... thank you, sir. I didn’t think reservists got promotions? At least, not this quickly?”“Ordinarily, no. But then, an ordinary reservist wouldn’t be flying a Hercules. And I’m sure they’ve also factored in your commercial flying experience, not to.