.but Pop that wasn't...' He raised his hand and said '...let me continue...I'm not mad at you just surprised that you have a girlfriend that will snea... into your window to have sex. Your Mom and I had talked about you being here and having no friends.When that young guy came to the door and told us about the problem y'all once had over a girl, we were shocked but I'm proud that the two of you got to be such good friends. He seems like a very nice guy...' Pops got up, patted me on the head and. I do a little of this and a little of that. I write, I work with computers, some basic assassination, even the occasional axe murder," he said with a smile when she jerked her head up, looking at him. "OK, I am kidding about the assassination part. I am a free spirit. An artist if you will. Really, I dabble," he said, trying to convince her."So how do you afford this place?" she asked waving her hand about generally. An apartment this size would have cost a month's salary in New York and she. She was just finishing getting me and the two girls in my section some sandwiches to take back on the plane. We were not supposed to have a food service on the flight and these would go bad if not eaten soon.Not following his orders, he stood there waiting until I had yet another bag to carry back onto the plane. Just outside in the other part of the tent she found what looked like a delivery bag. She put the drinks, cups of ice, sandwiches and snacks into that bag with some of the long lasting. Here's a pen, start writing it and careful you don't poke me hard. I'd hate to be permanently tattooed with the spell. Duane, you can change into a T-shirt and loose shorts. Use the washroom."I got out our notes and began to write the words on Rachel's thigh. At one point she winced. "Sorry Rachel," I said. "All right. It will take a minute." I was just about done when Duane returned."Sit down here, Duane. Ready? No last second thoughts?"He shook his head, but asked, " I wonder how this thing.