Yet you always come out on top. You're experienced and served as a super crime fighter for about five years. You're a thin guy, but you've got innate ...uperstrength.Your real name is Kyle Katarn. Mega rich, you inherited vast sums of wealth. The CEO of a successful international corporation, you control the company, delegating work so you can be the Hero. You socialise with the elite and you're popular with women. Gifted with superstrength, you don't work out. Can eat what you like as you're. Little else would get such unanimous agreement. Everyone hates it. And, we had to do it on the cheap.So, it was summertime, we had rented a large truck, packed up everything in our condo, bribed my hubby's two brothers to come with us, loaded the truck and set off.My husband, Roy, has now earned his doctorate and he and I are off to a new life in the South. Glenn and Russ, his two younger brothers, twenty and nineteen, were basically at loose ends anyway, so they were cheap labor.We figured. When Derek’s finished, he’ll just join them. Terri says he’s her new project.”“Project?”“Yeah,” Tina said. “She says he’s smart, he’s supposed to be here, and they’ll make sure he gets up to speed fast.” She could read my face. “Oh, look, Terri and Rachel took Vicki in, it was painless. Derek’ll fit in.”“Okay ... I guess I need to get used to this.”“Then come on,” Cindy said. “The plane’s fueled, fluids are topped off. We pre-flight ‘er and go. Good weather the whole way.”“Adventure,” I. I haven't eaten chocolate in years; I don't really like it that much, but it's evening now, and I suspect she's watching. Lounging in the cockpit, in full view of whatever cover she normally uses, I'm pigging out on the candy. Maybe she'll get the idea. I have to quit soon, though. I'm starting to get a little sick...I'm leaving the empty wrappers where I drop them, instead of cleaning up like I usually do. When I quit for the evening, I'll leave a few candies in the cockpit. I'll even leave.