I was in the kitchen starting our dinner as I heard the front door open and close and her gym bag hit the floor. “That you baby girl?” I call out ...rom the kitchen. “Yes daddy it’s me but I could use a hand getting upstairs,” she moaned. What’s up kiddo?” I query as I entered the living room drying off my hands on a kitchen towel. She limped up to me and gave me a half hearted hug clearly in pain. “Pull a muscle sweetie or something worse?” I asked, my concern rising. “Probably just a pulled. " he said."Forward Operating Base," Mickey explained. I had a feeling it was more for Helen more than me.In the darkness of the car I could make out Helen, but really couldn't tell much. So I relied on my memories from the airport. She certainly didn't look like a warrior, not that she appeared particularly soft. Her body was indeed soft, but there was something in her eyes. It along with her soft body told me she might kill me, but she wouldn't chase me through the wood to do it. "What. No sex since her husband had been stricken with MS some years ago, and could no longer perform.So we chatted for a while and agreed to meet up in a local seedy hotel – not that I wanted anything seedy, more it would shield us from prying eyes. It was a bit strained at first until we both realised, we both wanted the same thing – sex. So we slipped quietly to room 103, a spacious and well appointed room, and quaffed the prosecco that I had ordered beforehand. She began by slipping off her. Sodas, chips, candies and all the other things were vendor supplied and maintained normally.Marcy was wanting to change that as the numbers of stops grew. Volume buying gained better discounts and more profit. Marcy envisioned a JBG warehouse buying, storing and then shipping out to the stops as needed. After all we had both FedEx and UPS centers at Morton Field. The ordering could be done by the bar code scans at the register as the items were sold.I started to question fuel suppliers to that.