She’d smirked playfully at him as she walked past, her tackle swinging free as she sauntered past offering a gentle, “Morning,” to her staring N...phew.The day had progressed along those lines, quiet and suppressed, but at every turn she had displayed a rather prominent exhibitionist streak, her outfit for the day being a sky blue flowing thigh length sundress that displayed her prominent cleavage and, as her dress rode high, something she was seeming to encourage, her commando style of. 'Do you have a car? Or can I give you a lift?'He's leaning on my office door frame, rucksack over one shoulder.'What?'Like a total dork, I drop my phone. He leans down, picks it up, and hands it to me.'Uh... Thanks. I usually get the bus but...'Fishing in his bag, he takes out his car keys. Whatever he drives is old, the key fob is held together with peeling tape.'It's no trouble, really.'I try not to look at him as we make our way to the carpark. Any talk is light and trivial, and on my part. They were basically light infantry, brave and trained adequately, but without the gear they needed. They were falling back north up the valley, when a short battalion of paratroopers came over the hill like cavalry, riding a ragtag bunch of beat-up civilian trucks. They had with them a battery of 105s being hauled by some Hum-Vees.The paratroopers managed to form a line across the valley, with the 105s behind them in a reverse slope position and held firm as the Iraqis advanced. The Peshmerga. C., it's driving them absolutely nuts! So many interesting stories! And you wouldn't believe how many mistakes there are in the history books..." Oh, I would believe it," laughed Kalea. "And your six foster daughters! How are they doing?"I thought for a moment. "I think they'll all be fine. Tacara badly insulted a boy the second day she was here..."Mayoni nodded. "I heard about that." ... but she sincerely apologized for it and was forgiven. Other than that there's been no trouble at all. I.