We may not know him to call his name, but we all know who he is. Yo daddy is one hell of a bad man ... What I meant by that was, he’s much of a man ...nd everyone knows what he stands for. I reckon y’all look just like him too.”“You can call me, Eli. My dad is Marshal Crow and I’m Eli Junior.”“Yas’suh Little Marshal. Now what can I get y’all to eat?”“I saw a man eating what looked like beef on thin sliced bread when I came in. I’ll have some of that.”“Yas’suh, that’s a roast beef sammich, y’all. We had a little scuffle about where the other was but I finally found her by the doorway. It would have been that simple on any other day but not when your trying to get laid. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was much shorter than I was, about 5'1. Now I am 5'11, which isn't the tallest guy around but next to her, I felt like it. It was cute in its on way. The next thing I noticed was that she looked very young for her age she even carded as she asked for a beer. I would. Only when it was needed, and not before.When I was ready, I closed my eyes and arrived behind a tree. I floated over the tree, to see people waiting at the crossing. Just as the train was about to derail, I floated down to the ground ahead of the people. I got a few shocked reactions from my appearance, but they were soon distracted as the train jumped the tracks, turning and crashing towards us. My instinct kicked in immediately and held the train in the air. I immediately got to work and. “Have a good day at work?” I ask.“No better and no worse than usual,” she replies. She seems taciturn, but more out of nerves than anything. Sitting next to me in the car, she seems on the edge of her seat. That might be because I keep my hand on the nylon on her thigh as much as I can, when I’m not changing gear or navigating a sharp turn. She gives directions, but other than that says nothing, and I don’t want to push it.We pull up in a suburban street. “Well, here you are,” I say.She says.