We left, back to my place to hatch a plan.Our ultimate goals, were six-fold, in no particular order:1)Keep Martin from ever meeting Jennifer2)Keep Lin...a from ever meeting William3)Get William to meet Jennifer, or somebody else4)Stop Susan from meeting the jerk she married5)Getting David laid – before he thought he was gay6)Finding a way for the two of us to be happy!I knew this list could increase and probably change, but what doesn’t?Even though very little actual time had passed, we were. That's an order." I excused myself and headed to the comm. room."CIC on deck," an over anxious Air Force officer shouted."As you were," I said softly. Everybody was too tired to jump and down every time I walked in the room. "Steve gave me the news. Does the media know yet?'A voice responded to that from the video monitor at the place where I always sit. "Mr. President, nobody has that yet. We were waiting to talk with you before releasing anything what-so-ever, Sir." It was a protocol officer. So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had scored and was entertaining another young guy. Instead of sliding the door open, I watched her at work on the poor sap. He was obviously smitten by her loveliness and it was obvious that he was having trouble keeping his hands off of her. For her part, she seemed to be rather more interested. She leaned forward towards him and her hands were animated as she spoke. He was also leaning. It was a blazingly hot autumn day outside, and a strong wind blew dust down the high street, swirling around my feet in little eddies. I waited for an old sedan to pass by, before jogging across the street and stepping onto the sidewalk on the other side. Most of the locals liked to stay indoors at midday, avoiding the fierce heat from the bright orange sun, so it was deserted as I strolled along, taking in the sights Kinsberg had to offer.The street quietly baked in the sun, with slightly worn.