I quietly slipped downstairs and out into the street and stood not far from their van. After a few minutes they appeared, one of them getting straight...into the drivers seat and the other one loading the work tools etc into the back.This was the guy who had glimpsed up my skirt on the previous visit and also the same one who had been so chatty with mum."That you fixed it then?", I asked."Yeah, all done", was his response."Pity", I cheekily said smiling at him as I said so,"I know", he quickly. "WHAT!? Alive? I saw his ship destroyed, how? No, I should have known that that power hungry bitch lied. Well, It's a good thing I took as much as I did from her." Wren growled. "trigon have you made any more progress on the accounts?" Yes Master Wren, I have managed to garner another ten percent. I believe that's another ten quadrillion credits. The eighty five percent is as far as I can go. It appears the encryption was changed as soon as I started to hack it. Ten percent is the limit, I hope. “As many as we could manage without leaving our lands vulnerable. Our willingness to work with the Dwarves does not mean we will trust them blindly.”Smythe grunted. It was the best he could hope for, really. What would Tarien think when he saw the Dwarven force of five times this many spears?“Impressive,” Solovir murmured as he surveyed the organised, efficient motions of experienced soldiers going about their tasks. Smythe thought the camp would be set up within the hour, judging by how. At the time, in 1984, boy's and girl's jeans looked the same, the only difference were size and how they fit. Tight jeans were also still stylish for guys. Brittany's old red tag Levi's fit me perfectly, comfortably, and skin tight. So one morning I woke up and boldly put on "MY" clothes for school. "MY" clothes, that "I" wanted to wear that day consisted of plain, powder-blue, polyester bikini panties, skin-tight Levi's, and a t-shirt. I wasn't afraid of getting caught. I was.