They both see me approaching them and stop their conversation to get a better look at me. The young redhead smiles and extends her hand to me. -Pleasu...e to meet you. You can call me Cutie. And a “Cutie” she is. I shake her hand and take a good look at her. She has shoulder length ginger hair, pale skin, and hazel colored eyes. She’s just a bit over five feet tall with small perky breasts and wears a tight pair of dark pants that hug her plump butt with a thin pink t-shirt dressed very. Gilly called out softly and was answered. They ran to the blacker pools between the palace wall and another building where they found a shrouded figure holding two saddled hamox. Porter secured his bags behind the saddle and climbed aboard his mount. Gilly, being shorter, took a moment more to mount.Gilly issued a “thanks” as the figure disappeared back into the darkness. The false dawn was pinking the horizon when they approach a back gate manned by two Palace Guards. With a password, the. Something about her though, still didn?tquite fit. She was defiant?she was sweet?she was determined?she was innocent.No. Something just didn?t ring true. I looked at her quizzically, a thoughtfulfrown upon my face. What was that in the air? My nose detectedthe barest hint of a musky, sultry scent wafting through the air. No, it wasn?tmy own. Hell yes, I was excited, but that is not the aroma that was barelypresent, tickling my nose lightly. I reached between her legs and as my fingerswalked up. . You’re putting together part of the nation’s energy infrastructure.”“Thereby making sure that the lights stay on at WalMart,” I said.“WalMart is part of life.”“My wife is a philosopher.”“And almost a Stearman pilot. Even if I do have to adjust the rudder pedals all the way up.”“How’s Cindy say Sandy’s doing?”“Said she hasn’t had time to get bad habits. She’s tryin’ to sign Sandy off for her first solo before she leaves. Says that nobody’s done their first solo in a Stearman since 1950.”“I.