We ordered some drinks and, by midnight, I was feeling a bit fuzzy.As we danced together cheek to cheek, I suddenly kissed him.Matt was surprised, but...he did not reject the kiss. He enjoyed my hot red lips and my tongue playing in his mouth. He held me tighter to his body and whispered in my ear I was really a hot woman. He kissed me again and then suggested to go back to the apartment.Once there, his tongue got back to my lips and his hands to my round buttocks. He soon started to undress. " Different end of art from yours." Mmm."Alf was standing by his ute when we drove into the lot near Summer Salt. After greetings, we were seated."You're looking well," I told Alf."Yep. Thanks to you. I took your warning seriously. Those jackasses made fun of me believing in abo superstitions. I'm not sure they've got the bodies out yet."We ordered. "I'll have beer," Alf said. "I'm still not supposed to have alcohol." There's alcohol in beer," Rachel remarked."I know that. But they said no. "Drop and give me twenty," was the jump school mantra.The first week of actual training was called Ground Week. During Ground Week, we learned all about the brand new model T-10 parachute, how to properly exit the door of an aircraft in flight, how to steer the parachute and how to do a parachute landing fall (PLF) once our sorry asses hit the ground. Ground week was home of the thirty-four foot mock door tower. At the thirty-four foot tower we practiced and were graded on our exit technique.. . French to me.” Hafnan struggled. “Speak! The customs woman speak French to me.”“Spoke.” Natasha corrected. “Our car driver is not English. Only speak French when we are keeping secrets.” She smiled and Hafnan nodded.“Mademoiselle, Giselle part dans le voiture devant.” Hafnan pointed to the black sedan pulling out and leaving the airport. The winter air hit her when they passed through the large revolving doors.“Damn.” Natasha beamed. “Hopefully our driver will go faster. Come on. Vite!”Hafnan.