I looked around and found a foot scale to see what size I wore in ladies. I checked my foot and went to the size 11 section. Apparently women who wear...size 11 don’t have a lot of choices for sexy shoes. I did manage to find a pair that would do. They were a pair of red velvet sandals with thin straps, a 3 inch heel and ankle strap with a buckle. I grabbed them and went to the end of the aisle and tried them on real fast, snug but they worked. I went to the counter to pay and when the lady saw. They were soldiers; they agreed when they became soldiers that this was a possible end.Then I get to work. Looking of the array of equipment, I find what looks like a keyboard interface and terminal, a boxy screen with black and white characters on it. The terminal is blinking at me. I check to see if it is a count down. Will I have to deal with a bomb; I hate bombs.No count down, that is a good sign. I follow the wiring to the main box, housing the hard drive thingy. I don't have time to. She'd gone to St. Paul to spend Christmas with her family right after the tour ended.The party had been in full swing for a couple of hours when Don finally found a moment to breathe and get a much needed drink. He smiled as he downed a long swallow of the ice cold beer. It was good to see Crystal having fun outside of work. Her new boyfriend, Keith something, was a good man. Don liked him instantly. Every time Crystal tried to talk about business, Keith had gently steered the conversation back. Oakland's asking price was too high.My and Penny's financial concerns lessened. I was worried Nike might not want a player that refused to play in the NFL representing them. I was wrong. Nike's ad agency came up with a brilliant and funny series of commercials they wanted me to do. We scheduled the shoot for two days in July, after my honeymoon and before football camp started up. Coach Golden was kind enough to give me time off to do the commercials. The other $100,000 from the first year of.