Like you, I know not yet what that reason is. I ask that you see me as the man I am and not as the legend you have heard about in some tale, or read a...out in some book.“I ask that you see me as I see you, as a friend.”Tom spoke in a steady voice as he looked out over the crowd of men, women and children. Each person in that crowd knew in their heart that this half-breed man called Sky, had looked directly into their eyes and saw deep into their very soul and knew them as his personal friend.No. As part of her business Miss Britt did field testing as shecalled it for bags, shoes, boots, cosmetics, hair products, etc. A veryprofitable part of her business.Amy Weaver was a middle age widow, about 50 or so, 5'5", a little plump,bright red hair and a casual dresser unlike Miss Britt. I never met herbut knew of the relationship between her and Miss Britt. Amy held thefinal say in the contacts between publishers, designers, etc. So Amy hadto be kept happy so to speak. After a phone call. Or so he thinks. This underling believes he can make it look like it was left open as he plans to drug the guards.”“Clumsy and unlikely to work,” I muttered.“True, John. He’s not very smart.”“Anything in there that we would want?”“Not really, John.”“Give this underling the specs for a small anti-personnel mine that can be made from materials on site and have him plant it in the room set to go off when it’s next opened. That’s a bit more likely to bring them running as they don’t appear to use. "Don't forget to wash the inside of my undershirt too," his mother said coyly as she gazed mischievously into his eyes."I never thought you'd ask," Mitch replied, having fun with their little game. He re-lathered his hands, turning the big bar of soap this way and that until they were covered in bubbling froth. He placed the soap back on the shelf and then slid one hand beneath the bottom edge of her top, sliding his hand up her warm body until he encountered the massive shelf of her tits..