Sandy-Blonde haired. Slightly chubby, but in all the right places! Daughter of a friend of mine whom I knew from a previous security job. She was onl... a teenager when i met her at her Dad's house for a BBQ for the first time! And, even then, you could tell she was going to be a traffic-stopper! Then, rather a few years later. I happened to bump into her dad and the two of us started reminiscing. Which led to drinking, smoking, and finally, staggering out of a taxi! In front of my friend's. Besides, the other teams had larger pools of talent to pull from. There was no shame in how they placed. They were happy, and when their team mates asked why, they were told that what mattered was that they gave it their all. As long as they did that, they should be happy. If they'd won, and went all the way to the final play off, but didn't put their all into it, and just goofed off ... well that would be a disappointment.Finals came and went; David and Meri were once again on the Dean's list. For a long moment she just stared at him and he felt his face burn."And you will wear a uniform?" she said eventually.He nodded. "Yes, I'll wear a uniform," he answered faintly.She took a deep breath before saying, "Well we both know what YOUwant...I take it that you don't understand what I want?"And suddenly he KNEW. She wanted HIM!Now HER face goes red. "Let's be perfectly clear about this; yourduties will NOT be confined to the kitchen!"The silence is deafening. Mike stared at the bulge in. The sweltering air glowed a deep, dirty orange from the merciless sunset above. Scuffing as far down the makeshift corridor as I could, I leaned back against the wall and scraped myself down to the ground. I stretched my legs out, pressing the soles of my boots against the rusted sheet metal. The shed groaned, then clanged under the pressure. I laid my rifle across my lap and glared down at it. The thin barrel and handles of the Steyr made it look more like a toy than a weapon. For all the good.