The open window in front of your desk, along with the sunshine and cool air floating in through it, is a constant reminder to you of how you wish you ...ere enjoying it, rather than being inside, staring at your textbook, titled “Basic Guidelines of Weaving the Mystic Arts”.Looking out the window to the manicured greens outside, under the warm sunlight, you decide it’s mostly common sense anyway. And since this could be the last sunny day for awhile, it only seems right that you should spend it. Max followed me and closed the door.The turbines fired up and as soon as they leveled off and went through the check list, the plane started rolling on the taxiway towards the end of the runway. At the end of the of the taxiway Max did his run up and checks while talking to the BWI control tower, giving them the flight plan. He had left the cabin speakers on. Max asked the tower if there were any planes in the air below 10000 within 2 miles of the Island airport.Max made the normal takeoff. "You haven't got the firstidea of what coping is, trust me on that one." Oh, I think I may have more of an idea than you think." He quietlyanswered then shrugged. "But we will discuss that, and other things inthe privacy of my own rooms if that is all right with you?" That will be fine." Deirdre nodded then sighed while thinking of some ofthe things Harald had told her. "You didn't deserve that, I apologize formy outburst." Quite understandable under the circumstances, dear." Garret smiled. “What are you wearing?” she asked. “Uh, my pajamas?”“I’m wearing my pajamas,” she replied pointing to her naked body. She turned, spread her legs apart and put her hands on her hips feigning anger.“You know, I don’t think I’ll really need these any more,” so I dropped the shorts and ripped the shirt over my head. I left both in a pile on the floor. Taking my hand she led me to the bed. Once curled up together she hugged me. “You were really nice to my mom, even though she was kind of.