No, of course itʼs no trouble.” Her brown orbs were alight as she listened but they were troubled.“Why donʼt I bring some Chinese? Pepper steak ...kay -- and noodles? All right, then, see you about eight -- Dad, not a drop. You know what happens. Okay, eight oʼclock. Dad, promise me!”Deputy Brad Thurmond leaned against the door frame, holding the two cups of steaming coffee, admiring her good looks. Glistening straight black hair flowing to her waist gave away her Native American heritage. That. A search was being made for the crash site.I said " I hope they made it". Both of my ladies said they hopped they had too.The evening news reported that the plane had not been found yet, the clouds were so low that the search had been called off until the search planes could see the ground. The announcer said that an anonymous call to the local FFA identified the female passengers as two local ladies employed as models. Their names were supposed to be Ms. Rachael Hedley and Ms. Laura. If it succeeded, we would give her the surprise of her long life. If we failed, who were we to disappoint her? She wasn't quite as sharp as she had been. Her hearing was starting to fail, and the fags and booze diet of decades was catching up with her at last.Let's just say, we were both tired, and had been under some strain. I kept on thinking of Morocco. I had spoken to Ed about another visit last time he rang, but it was going to be hard to justify a second holiday in such busy year. Talk. Privacy ... of having one special sister – one special person that, well, that fills all your needs ... that makes you complete." You don't feel complete?" Amber asked, confused now. "Hey, are you coming on to me?"Both girls laughed nervously."No," Tabatha replied, still grinning nervously. "I have Jake and I have Lisa. Well, nobody 'has' Lisa, I suppose, but we share a lot. I'm just trying to tell you ... tell you that, I admire you. You're a strong and a beautiful woman. And I'm glad you.