While Mum went into the kitchen to put the kettle on, the Matron placed her doctors-bag on the table before taking off her scarlet and blue cloak and ...at close to me. She was good-looking and her uniform enhanced her sexy figure, yet I still felt her presence threatening. I glanced at my twelve-year-old sister who was equally perturbed by the Matron’s unexpected arrival in our cosy home. What business had she here? At fifteen I didn’t feel bold enough to ask her any such pertinent question.It. "Don't pester me, there's nothing you can do to help with this part. It's a lost art. Just sit there and think about the thing you want. Think as hard as you can. Concentrate!"So Sonia sat. She thought about blue eyes, and a velvety voice, and strong hands. She thought about drowsy afternoons of daydreams, and the many times she'd "accidentally" walked by a certain house, and even about the jealousy, like a needle in her heart. She thought about the nights she'd stayed up, not able to sleep but. We haven't even considered all the helicopters and prospective flying school requirements yet..."At this point, I think we are four or five hangars short..."The other two stared at me bemused."Is there room for another full row along the other side of the airpark?" I asked Bill."Yes – we allowed for that when the General allocated the land," Bill immediately replied. "But do you think..."Georgie was grinning."Yes," I said, "We stake the land out for all ten, but only ask for six now."Georgie. "You get one or the other, not both. I want the P-90." She patted the transversely mounted fifty round magazine. "So, what's it gonna be, cowboy, the car or the gun?" Fine, I'll take the MP-5." Finn released his grip on the P-90 and grabbed the Heckler and Koch submachine gun."Besides, there's nothing wrong with the MP-5," Liv said as she grabbed two magazines for the P-90 and attached them to a tactical belt."The P-90 has a fifty round magazine. But I'd rather drive the Starfire." Finn put the.