Nothing bad happened, except the driver was hostile.Two fleeting thoughts whizzed through my head as I put my things on the x-ray belt. The first was ... quick regret that I hadn’t gone to bed with him. I chastised myself. You wanted to. Why didn’t you? He offered a freebie.I noticed that my flight would be an hour late. Rather than feeling hostile or getting angry, I found a semi-quiet corner with a window looking out at my gate.The second thought finally came to the front of my consciousness.. Max/Min stun chance, 80/20%. Max/Min duration of 10/1 seconds.To close this screen think, “Close” while focusing on it~~~~~~ Congratulations! ~~~~~~For an instant, Ki Jung loses her concentration. It is enough for a badger like creature to come charging out at her. It goes unnoticed until it is about to strike. As the notification caused her to lose her focus, she is at a disadvantage for a split second as the badger engages her. Her senses continued working, but the screen is so unexpected. I don’t remember Massachusetts at all. It’s just a place we went every couple of years to see family.”After about thirty minutes of conversation, Lori said, “I can tell this isn’t your first ride in a private jet. You aren’t nervous, or keyed up. When the FBO sends me out on trips, because of how they act, I can almost always tell who has done this before and who hasn’t. I’d say you’ve done this a lot.”I stopped talking quite as openly when I realized it might be hard to explain why the flight. I say “still dancing” because a good portion of the crowd had found a partner or partners to do another kind of dancing with. You see, right around 9:00 in the evening, the lights over the dance floor start getting softer and less bright. It takes right around thirty minutes for the lights to slowly and fully cycle down to this lower level of light and it serves to give the ones that just came in to get a drink or two, as well as just to have a dance or two, ample warning that things were about.