A female squire had recently challenged him. (Honestly, I don’t recall what that challenge was about) The Knight accepted the challenge and named it...to be in heavy steel combat. The squire protested that she had no weapon to contest him on that field. I offered her use of my sword. This was the point of honor Sir Steibhian wished to talk to me about. He felt that by loaning her a blade, I was supporting her challenge. I tried to convince him I was not supporting the woman’s side, just enabling. They had started working on Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles in the early eighties. The pride of the American government would not allow them to see any one other than the former Soviet Block countries as a Nuclear threat. That being said, most of the Chinese weapons of war came from those afore mentioned Soviet Block countries. The Chinese scientists had managed to enhance the range of the ICBMs to hit the heart of America from both coasts. The CIA and FBI knew nothing about this, that is. She said she was feeling hot and agreed to get back into the air conditioning of the truck. I watched her walk away, admiring her ass and those jeans she was wearing! I watched her climb into the cab and shut the door.Once I made sure everything was put away and secure, I headed to the truck so we could head out. I opened the drivers door and noticed she wasn't in the passenger seat, so I entered the truck and found her laying on the bed (fully clothed). She said she just wanted to check. “What are you doing down there?” “What are you doing up there?” “Just sitting.” He had spent an hour now with his head inside the dusty atmosphere of the box and still she sat. At one point, she leaned forward and her butt almost lifted from the bars. He both pushed up with his face, but before he’d made any progress, she leaned back and her butt reapplied its unyielding pressure on the grille. Katie had just reached for her handbag. With her bag now in reach, she took a piece of sushi and fed.