“That will be easy, we’ll pack up the kids and sneak around like a bad mash-up of Magnum P.I. and the Brady Bunch.”“No, my sister, Angie, coul... watch the kids – she’s watching Jaime at the house now.” She paused, looking a little thoughtful “So, where are your kids?”“Upstairs – asleep.”She glanced around the room, her gaze settling on the closed front door.“Do you have any sweatpants – I’m still soaked.”I crossed back to the folded laundry and pulled out my sweatpants as she stepped out of her. Almost pitch dark, because there was a bit of a glow from the little light on the computer monitor signifying that it was in sleep mode. I sat there with a headful of thoughts that I wished I didn’t have. The door opened, admitting a shaft of light, and my wife came into the room.“What are you doing in here? I’ve been upstairs in bed waiting for you for over half an hour.”“Practicing.”“Practicing what?”“Being alone.”“Shit! Another one of your goddamned moody periods” she exclaimed in disgust,. She was so cute and demure and so well done it was hard to tell.As the meeting was at a vanilla coffeehouse she had her attendants toonormally dressed to really be able to tell.So, I made sure I sat near her and thus could make myself known to her. Damn that woman was magnetic. She had lots of charisma and justradiated the sort of dominant power I crave from a woman. Eventually Idid manage to introduce myself to her and we struck up something of aconversation during the meeting. She didn't. I climbed in and got strapped in, then put the helmet on. The pilot immediately asked "Where to this time?" I told him north to Medford. I explained that we were to land behind the courthouse and to look for a circle of traffic cones to land in. He laughed and asked if we were going to a circus or a car wreck. I looked over at Stumpy and he was grinning at me. Damn, this is almost like old times, I thought as we lifted off. Stumpy and I discussed his role in the upcoming meeting. I told him he.