"Don't call the cops. We can work something out." I nodded towards my house. "This is me here. If you're sober enough to drive," I said pointedly, dra...ing a sob and an irked sneer from her, "pull in and we can discuss this somewhere more private. If not, well, I have your license plate number." I went and got in my truck, knowing already what her choice would be. I watched in my rearview mirror as she did the same. She pulled around my truck slowly, driving up and parking right by my front. The wind was blowing hard but the air was not cold and I spread my arms into the gale and felt it took at my sleeves.” Don’t you want to fly sometimes like Loki did when he had Freya’s feathered cloak?”I had to yell my question and Yngve shrugged.” Not really. Those Norse god myths did never hold my attention much. Besides if you want to fly’ all you have to do is order a flight belt from Techno Shack. They come complete with Arti grav and propulsion units.”“Do you remember who you are talking. She figured we had all night, no big deal. The table clothes were very elegant and floor-length. To give me a hint of what was to come she carefully moved her hand under the cloth and to my groin area. The look of surprise was funny and then came the disbelief look as she unzipped my pants quietly. We were in the corner so it was kind of secluded. No body could see both of us at the same time so as she looked to see nobody was watching; she slipped under the table and wrapped her mouth around. ’ Atwood walked in and lightly pounded Howard on the shoulder, ‘What you got in there for me?’ Howard answered, ‘Meat, bread, mustard and onions. Atwood that is not a hamburger, a good hamburger is juicy, runs down your arm, and then drips off your elbow.’ Atwood was digging into the bag, pulling out one paper wrapped hamburger, ‘What is this one with the white sticker?’ ‘That’s Petra’s. She said mayonnaise, and that’s not a hamburger, either. You people in the abstract business don’t know.