I offered subs to the plane crew.I lunched with my men and ladies; Linda, Ellen and Alice had befriended the other ladies who were part of the group. ...lackhawk pilots Julie, Bambi and Lexy were talking aviation talk with the crew of the C17. They even got a tour of the command center.Fourteen and a half hours after the start of the flight, the pilot announced that we would be landing in a few minutes at the Entebbe International Airport; it was 4 AM Kampala time. I called the security desk at. "It's ringing! Yes hi, You dropped your number off at my table the other night. Did you want something?" I smile at how coy you are with her. You know dam well what she wants. She want you. "Are you free tonight? Great you know the bar on Main and Sixth? No, it's a lovely place. Why don't we meet there at 8:00 tonight. Good. See you then." "Do you know what you are going to do my Pet?" you look over at me and see me smile. " I am going to do whatever you tell me to as always. I am often mistaken for an actual police officer al the time. I do point out the Security Officer and tap on my badge to make sure they understand especial that I am not an actual police officer. Tourists are often the easiest and gullible to take advantage of. As I am about the luncheon and looking over, Aubrey walks in and makes her way slightly off to the side almost as if trying to get behind me. I immediately spot her and scent her she has an amazing perfume her scent is one of a kind not. He shuffled through them and smiled. The paramedics were packing their equipment. ‘Nothing we can do for this guy, Deputy,’ said the big one. ‘CPR’s a waste of time. From the looks of things, his heart and aorta are shredded. He probably died on his way to the ground. We’ll pull the bus over there and wait for you to finish.’ Another car came up and parked. The Sheriff got out and walked over. ‘What’s the situation, Deputy?’ Tommy handed our IDs to the sheriff. ‘Jack and Linda are friends of.