I was aware of my faculties; however, they didn't appear to be functioning properlyI pulled her to me, wanting to comfort her, however I couldn't thin... of a consoling word. I waited for her to say something, anything; her only response was to put her arm around my waist and pull me closer.We clung to one another a long while and when she spoke I pushed her from me in shock, dumfounded by her words."WHAT!" My voice was close to a yell. "What did you ask?" Her question shocked me.Helen remained. It’s the weight of the turret that keeps it from falling off. The turret gears are on the floor of the tank and not on the turret edge. I was planning on a heavy steel disk fitting on the turret hole. I wanted the skyhook bolted to the steel plate and the plate geared to the hull.Fuck! Not going to work. But ... the French/German Recovery vehicle ... it won’t reach out over the creek and still have the tracks far away enough from the water to support the vehicle.The arm and base were bolted to. That's Jessie walking up the street." Your best friend, Jessie?" The same." You wanna get up and sit next to me, so she doesn't see us all cozy like this?" Not on your life." Wow. Did somebody give you a chutzpah infusion today?" They both laughed, as Jessie walked up the stairs to the porch, a very quizzical look on her face."Yo, Soph," she said."Hiya, Jessie. Jess, this is Warren." So this is the famous Prep Boy, eh? Right. So what the fuck is going on here??"Warren and Sophia both laughed.. More heat with no break in sight. He took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves. At least the bar was air conditioned and if he ate there he could stay well past the heat of the day before he headed back towards his hotel. That was the plan anyway. A few minutes later, the door opened and a woman walked in dressed in business attire, a slim gray skirt, pink blouse opened at the neck, stockings and tall black heels and all of it fit like it was painted on and not worn. Her.