“Are we ready?” Vanver called out.“Yep. Cargo’s loaded on board,” Toursant replied.“Already?” Jakson asked in surprise.“Provides an a...ded level of protection for you. You haven’t seen the cargo, giving you plausible deniability,” Vanver explained.“Alright then, I’m off. Running late as it is…”“Good luck, Jakson. And don’t worry; we’ll be following right behind you.”Entering the ship’s cockpit, the copilot, a repair droid designated LE-MA5T3,welcomed Jakson.“Leema, we ready to take. ' We rounded the building and crossed the parking lot to the axillary building. Cheryl produced a key and opened the door calling to me 'don't stop now come on we got the whole building to our selves for the whole day.' We went up to the top floor and I was shocked to see that in one of the rooms, that had a commanding view of the parking lot and part of the athletic field, there was a small bed, a couch and recliner. Cheryl turned to me and almost gleefully asked 'what do you think. It's. It was gorgeous, but this mass of hair certainly wouldn’t work for a wrestling match. The weight from a ponytail was a bit prohibitive so Diane was arranging my blonde mass into two matching pigtails, high on my head so I wouldn’t inadvertently sit on them when on the mat. I suspected that Diane was also doing it because it was unbearably adorable but I couldn’t fault her logic, so I let her do it. Okay, ‘let’ was a relative description, since Diane was pretty much doing whatever she wanted. But once he amptied his glass, he started to faint, seemingly struggling to keep himself awake."Whaa.. What's.. I think there's something wrong with me.... I don't feel well" he said with his half shut pretty eyes, his head wobbling from side to side.He started falling and Zach caught him."Is everything fine?" asked the barman, seeing unconcies Tristan."Yeah, just had too much to drink, that's all." said Zach "I'm gonna get him home, I know where he lives" he added seeing barman picking up the.