It’s what I wanted. “Do I have any more clients, Tina?”“No Lisa, you’re done for the day unless you want to hang around. We might get a few ...ore clients drop in.”“Thanks, but I think I will call it a day.”As I turned to walk out, Tina handed me an envelope. “Dan left this for you. Said he hoped to see you again. He really enjoyed himself. Well done.”I took the envelope and stuck it in my purse. Before I was out of the parking lot, tears welled in my eyes. Why did Dad do this? Why did he have. 00 in the crate ... can ... whatever.All that and we only lost two hours of flight time. It skiffed on the ninth, there were a couple of days of 11knot wind and there were a couple of cold fronts but, all together, October was glorious. The Wednesday night classes were a welcome break from flying.We moved to Selfridge the first of November. Our boat was glad to see us. We got in one weekend on the water, just Grace and I ... and uncle General Harry ... and Janeway and a new girl whose name I. The Soviet Union may have gone, but the weird paranoia that kept doors anonymous remained.Inside, three men stood in a straightforward meeting room, with a single long table surrounded by chairs. There were no screens, no white boards, and no windows. One wore the same military style uniform as Andre, with different insignia he did not recognize, the other two were dressed in what Taylor thought might be stylish suits.“Mr. Taylor?” the older gentleman in the suit asked.Taylor just. I was wearing a low cut, semi-sheer, pink stretch cotton top which really showed off my big, dark nipples. After leaving the store I was walking on King Street toward Tyndall when a very handsome young man, carrying what looked like a very expensive camera, came up to me and said, “Excuse me, but I’m wondering whether you could help me with something?”I replied, “Maybe. It depends what it is.”He said, “Well my name is Rick, and I’m a photography student at a local college. Part of our course.