It’s meticulously neat and clean and smells of rich wood and I’m spoiled.Cindy’s spoiled the next day. We meet Bjorn, whom I’ve talked with on...the phone and shared emails, but he does something totally inappropriate.“Cindy, you’ve never BEEN in a helicopter?”“Dan has. I haven’t. He’s worked on projects offshore. I haven’t.”And then he stabs me in the heart.“Would you LIKE to ride in a helicopter?”You know that he phrased that question wrong. She straightened him right out.“I’d like a chance to. They weren't happy to have a new woman grabbing on him.Leading a still sobbing Lindsey, who was still clutching at him desperately back towards the table, he decided to get this out of the way early."Team, uhm, this is Lindsey. She is from my world. But I have no idea of how she got here," began Dusty.Even though he had been trying to walk, she was still clutching him close, afraid to let him go even for a second.It had made it difficult to head their direction, and while Dusty was embarrassed. ”“You can count on it.”He climbed into the BMW and drove away. Eva backed the truck into the drive and Janet extended a ramp and rolled up the tambour in back. Together they lugged the cartons into the truck.Janet rolled down and secured the rear and stowed the ramp. Eva started the engine and they drove back into town.“I’ve made a mess of your apartment,” Eva said. “Boxes and clothes and shoes everywhere.”“Don’t worry about it. It’ll take time to organize.”“You’re probably happy that I’m not. She almost beat me.“You little bitch!” shouted Officer Cindy from the above.She was flying.That was totally unfair.Winds howled down at me. I squeaked and dove beneath the river. I kicked hard as the gravely river bottom passed me by, waving fronds of something green and frilly brushing my futa-cock. Above, the surface rippled with the strength of her wind. I wanted to keep beneath the surface.But my lungs began to burn. I had to breathe. I wasn't a fish. I groaned, clawing my way back up to.