I scanned the dance floor. Denise was dancing with a big guy and right next to her Ginny’s friend was dancing with a guy. I caught Ginny’s attenti...n and pointed them out. She grinned at me. ‘You’re really single, Eddie?’ ‘Yes Ginny, Denise is just a friend.’ ‘She’s gorgeous.’ ‘I agree, Ginny, but so are you.’ She smiled up at me. ‘You really think so, Eddie?’ I leaned in to kiss her. Ginny aggressively kissed me back. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. We kissed passionately as our tongues did. Will handed Mikki a bowl and a spoon, which she carried through to the table at end of the room, nearest the front door. He followed her with the milk and cereal; trying hard not to look at her shapely legs and bottom in front of him. She sat at the table and started her breakfast. After bringing in the tea, Will sat opposite her.After they had eaten they sat down on the sofa for a while, chatting. Although Mikki sat in what could be called a 'lady-like' way, she seemed not at all bothered by. I must have missed a meeting or something. We huddled as we got some refreshments and went over Stan's list. There was no problem and I taped the list to the back of my bass. Stan was busy giving out copies of it to the others. Almost everyone had a lead-in of one kind or another, so they had to know the order of things.We got through that night on our quickly revised play list and laughed as we packed up our instruments for the night. It wasn't our most professional show ever, but the audience. .. yet.Harold called. "Mr. Anderson?" Speaking." I'm Harold Franklin calling for my dad, Ben, of Franklin's Flying Service and Aircraft Restoration out of Lansing, Michigan." You have my aircraft?" Came in today ... those are some big containers. The truckers are here and we need permission to crack the seals so we can inspect. Just so you know ... Immigration and Drugs are here too." Crack away, Mr. Franklin. Unless someone else is shipping something in my containers that I don't know about,.