I included a picture of my truck, which while very distinctive did not specifically identify me. I set it up where if she wanted, I would be available... nothing more. I went swimming in the lake as I usually did every week, and was not too surprised but some what disappointed when she didn't show up. Nothing lost on my part as this was just my normal schedule. When I went out to get in my truck, I felt a presence as if some one was watching. It was probably all in my head I thought to myself and. The primary mission was killing ex-general Robert Branch. However, getting a bead on him was going to be difficult, and dangerous. To draw him out, their unit would be ghosts, and would ensure ISIS forces lost every battle they joined. Accomplishing that goal without the Demon, the ex-General, ISIS Commanders, or their allies learning of Ghost's existence would be a challenge.He tensed when the plane's attitude abruptly changed, and a green light flashed at each end of the fuselage."Packs hook. He held it out to me. I took it reluctantly, and opened it to read a short, handwritten note from Kavita. “Manu, my dear love, please respect my wishes to give me privacy and space for one last night with Prem, for closure. I will see you tomorrow, when I move back in with you. Love, Kavita.” I looked closely at it to confirm that it was undoubtedly her handwriting. She added little hearts next to her name, Kavita’s signature markings. I read it over again, staring at the paper. Suddenly, my. Under several towering spruce trees exhaling their pine scent, an odor I associated with Mom on her hands and knees scouring our house’s hardwood floors. I wanted to say, ‘Lisa Schumacher, I love you.’ To do so now was to shatter this precious moment, to dispel the magic. Instead I kissed her long, slim throat, nibbled her ear lobes as she whispered she did not generally allow such forwardness on a first date. ‘This is our first date?’ This did not happen not to me. Such blistering hot passion.