I told Debbie about changing my Thursday night and Friday plans, now going back home through Las Vegas, Phoenix, and San Diego for a visit to say hi a...d to let them all know that they are still part of my Region. We would spend a couple of hours at the Hollywood office to get ready for next week if we got lucky.I had almost two hours of the day’s work done by the time we landed in Dallas. Jim and wife were ready to climb on board, and we didn’t really have to shut down for refueling. The crew. ."I'm *your* slut," you say.He takes lifts the overcoat from your shoulders, leaving you in only the flimsy silk robe and minimal lingerie. Taking your hair in his massive hand, he pulls your head back so you are looking straight up into his face: "Tonight, you're EVERYBODY'S slut, baby."I tell him your name is "Vonny," and chuckle to myself as he takes your arm to lead you across the room. Your nipples would qualify as lethal weapons in the rock-hard state they are in...and I swear if it. As soon as I'd latched on I punched out with the heel of my right as hard as I could, aiming squarely at the knee a foot or so above.The last time I'd done that move, in about the tenth grade, I'd crippled the kid. He'd been a football player, one of the school jocks trying to show off for his buddies by shoving the wimp around, and I'd caught him by surprise and pretty much shattered the joint. He was out of football for good after that, the knee was shot. His parents had made a lot of noises. Surely Old Silverwings was now out of tricks and it was time to flee.Knight-Paladin Willam of Stokes-on-Fourche strode wearily from his command tent, the upswept silver eagle's wings on his helmet flashing in the sun. He flicked a speck of debris from his gleaming white tabard, then looked northeast to where Lieutenant Tomson was pointing."There, Sir," said Tomson, his constricted throat causing his voice to squeak. "War mammoths."The shaggy beasts lumbered southward toward Sir Willam's.