They were using some kind of pump truck get the concrete to the big center sections. One of the men said it was the same procedure that they had used ...ith the other two hangars. I had not been around to see the first ones.With the heating system in the floor, it was the only way they could pour it. They were working on the last few hundred feet of the hangar. Men were riding on a gasoline powered trowel that was smoothing the surface.The outside sections already had the steel beams to support. No, I never had any doubt about their talent.It was all the lovey-dovey stuff that bothered me. These kids are nine years old. Nine. Not nineteen or sixteen or even thirteen. Nine. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to correct him to “my girlfriend and I” as much as to “my friend and me.” Kids that age are supposed. .. I take it that she was suitably reprimanded?” “She certainly was and she is very contrite now.” “And probably sore too?” “Very!” Their call ended and he sat in silence for a while contemplating on how to take things forward. She was interested, that was obvious, but the question now was, what was the best way to take things forward? The sparring would come to an end before long and it was now a matter of how to move to the next level. He suspected that she may have dabbled in BDSM before. "Went west, he did, took most of our savings with him." When was that?" Year, no, year and half now," she said, making a sour face.That answer peaked my interest and stirred my groin. I put my hand on her thick thigh. "Anything you miss?" I asked."Nope," she said, removing my paw. "I can do without." She gave me a good smile and rose to take care of a stagecoach full of customers who were just coming in. I moved around, buying a beer or two and doing some listening, and pretty soon it was.