I was on my second piece of the less than great pizza when the boss walked in. "I know we are in trouble now," I said when I saw the boss. "If you are...the best they could come up with." Now, now don't be nasty. It's been almost a year since you saw me last. I was always competent and I worked with the best," Jeremy said."Well I know you are a good planner, the leadership is where I have my doubts," I said with a laugh. "We will find out when the blood flows I guess." We are here to save lives. Don almost fell over under her onslaught. It was then repeated with Kelly and Jim.As they were being shown to seats Don whispered, "My God! Who is she?"Marty replied airily that she was just a little six-year-old girl, like all of the others — nothing special.Don just softly whistled.They found themselves seated next to John and Kelly Callaway and her six-year-old daughter, Kirsten. Callaway grinned and said there were two reasons for their being there: first, the children had asked him to. It was a nice idea, but what happened next just blew my gray matter to smithereens.I heard Harry ask Rachel if she wanted to show me some of her goodness that made her famous. She giggled as she stood up facing me. Harry turned her around, then, he dragged the coffee table away, and he told me to pull my chair up closer to the sofa. As I maneuvered my chair closer, Rachel bent over and put her hands on the seat of the sofa. I slumped hard into my chair like a rag doll, as I watched Harry. Of her curving though not obtrusive rump. She undulated well. Her hips were narrow especially for a woman of her age but not boyish ... rather they were alluring. Her skin ... the skin of her thighs, her torso. her bosom ... displayed the softness and tenderness combined with the toughness and alluring fleshiness of middle age. She had taken to the use of a walking stick. She would stride with sedate care down the sidewalk or in the hallway of the school where she worked part time ... the cane.