”I opened the case to show the new hybrid to him, “I was going to give these to someone else but I think they can wait.”Sylvan handed me the one...he had been carrying and picked the new one up. He handled it like I had shown him and in only moments had its sling on. He slung it under his arm I turned back and started drawing. I drew a swat style holster for the modified White Hawk as well as a combat vest to hold the magazines for the hybrid.I finished quickly and gave it to the craftsmen and. Leary had to stop and look at her. Shewouldn't let him pass until he did. "Nice toenails honey," shemuttered. Feeling very embarrassed in the heels Leary replied, "Uhh,good evening Candy, look I'm in a hurry, maybe some othertime.... we can talk", Leary said. He wondered to himself how agirl could dress as she did, in stockings that stopped at herthighs and a very low cut v necked blouse, then sell herself onthe street. He strangely imagined himself dressed like thatconsidering he now could. She preferred musicians to the geekiness that was Marcus. Still he was her friend. He had always been there for her as she waded through a sea of men. Most recently it was Spike. Yeah, she actually slept with a man who called himself Spike. He dumped her for a younger... firmer girl. She knocked on Marcus's door, knowing that he'd help her and give her a shoulder to cry on and a bed for the night so she didn't have to go home and face her empty apartment. He of course would be the gentleman and. .. he knew me of old!"Chelsy!" he exclaimed, as he stood in the aisle, and was obviously going to launch into a 'long-time-no-see' conversation, but I held up my hand and stopped him."Eric honey... later sweetie, okay?" and I gave him a big smile, and continued: "Is the supply room clear?" I asked him, with a big wink.That stopped him cold, and after giving me the biggest grin, without any hesitation at all, he reached into his vest pocket, then he handed me the key.As he did so, he murmured:.