"I was going to say Frankie. But that wouldn't do it for me now. I had togo all the way. I had decided in the taxi on the way over."Not Frank?" he ask...d."No. That's not my name." Not Frankie?" My name is Francesca," I said. "And what are you Francesca? A boy or a girl?"Again, a big moment. I could turn around and walk out. I didn't. I lickedmy lips, let my eyes drop and then looked up at him. I'd seen the girlsin the club do it. I was ready to answer."I'm a girl. A pretty little girl."It felt. Lunch time arrives and I am there before her – I grab a coffee and it’s pretty busy. I look around and no one looks like her; this best not be a huge prank I tell myself. My heart is excited and nervous at the same time as I sip my drink pretending not to profile everyone around me like some sort of spy. My phone buzzes and a message pops up…. “hey. Be there in 2 mins, running late. Sorry x” appears. Phew!I’m still pretending that I’m there to drink my double mocha choc whatever it is – then. And he wanted her so bad. He plotted and schemed and eventually he came up with a plan. He put it into action one evening when she came home from work.When she came home Michele could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and slumped exhausted on the couch. David sat down beside her and he saw her flinch. She pulled down the hem of her skirt covering her thighs.“Mom we can’t keep going on like this.”“I want to talk to you before we. Then snag 'em and reel 'em in. We've practiced this! We can do it. There's time!" Understood!" Tib replied. Radio clicks confirmed the others."Time? I'm displaying a closing rate of 1400 knots; computer shows two minutes. Set your zone defense lasers for auto-engage, large targets ignored. Set the tractor beams for auto-track and grab, soft-target mode. I know you guys are on top of this, so I'm just sayin'. Confirm?" Michael radioed."Got it, One! No sweat here. We'll gather 'em up, wipe their.