.. Whenever she entered the chat room, people flocked to her. She reigned like a Queen on her throne. I was a little intimidated. I chatted mostly wit... my own online friends, interacting with her only in group conversations.One evening, out of the blue, she started chatting with me. Was I stunned? Oh, yeah. Our light, breezy banter in the room took a more personal turn that required private messaging. She revealed that, aside from my courteous, non-threatening manner, there were "little things". . ." Then you do believe me," Kim sighed in relief."Why wouldn't I?" Ben asked, almost surprised. It wasn't like she madea habit of lying to him or anything. "I mean, you look almost like yourown mom... ." Thanks," Kim responded crisply, not sure that she appreciated thesuggestion that she looked 'old'. She certainly didn't feel old, thoughBen did seem so much younger to her now than he ever had before.Just then a girl's voice exclaimed, "It got you too... didn't it?" Benand Kim turned to. She has offered to be useful. Can you findher work to do? I cannot get my tongue around that name. Ithink we shall call her Em-See." "Very well, Sir," both replied. Well, I had not noticed how Mrs. Trumble had been aging. With MC around the place, it improved visibly. The fireplaceswere swept out, the furniture dusted, and my clothes, such asthey were, brushed and pressed, mended and hung neatly. Come nightfall, it was still raining. Mrs. Trumble cameinto the front room to. We have four platoons ready to rotate through, depending on how many agents you can pair with them."Sandy listened to Ben sounding eager to please. She supposed that was better than her cool reserve. She was under no illusion that the Chief Agent would find her anything but bitchy.Rojas seemed content to query Ben for twenty minutes. Ben answered questions on telemetry nets, distances, support of the links, monitoring, contacts for the Border Patrol, skills and disposition of soldiers with.