Blurting-out her woes to him she could see him soften and he told her to perk up and let him think of something. Later that evening before clocking of... shift he approached her and told her to meet him at the pub that night and that he may have a solution to her housing problem. Nodding, she went home, showered, changed into her nice clothes and travelled on the bus to her rendezvous. His solution was simple. If she agreed she could move into his spare room rent free. Further, he warned her. "Stay here," she told him firmly, "I'll deal with this."And with that Chiandra rode ahead, stopping just a short distance fromthe now closed gate."Stand back!" one man dressed in brown leathers called from the top ofthe wall, "We will deal with this monster."Quinn just stared at him in shock, not sure how come he was being calleda monster. However he didn't take his eyes off of all the weapons thatwere aimed at him, perhaps a dozen sets of crossbows or bows and arrows.He wasn't sure to be. However this women was in no way hiding her feet. We discussed a variety of subjects, but she then brought up the subject of her feet, maybe because I could not keep my eyes off them. She told me that she never wore shoes inside because she liked the feeling of stocking feet on carpeting. She said it made her feel sexy.I commented that her husband was a lucky man to have a wife who always was in her stocking feet.She said that regrettably her husband had absolutely no interest in her feet. As. "Yes, sir," he said but one thing was clear and that was he wasn't very happy."Look, Lieutenant, the job is to get your load to Paradise," I said, "So you go the long way round, it'll be safer. Ok, so what can you get out of this old tub?" With the new engines, she tops out a Warp 3.1," he replied proudly."Well, don't push them unless you have to, then run as fast as you can," I said."Yes, sir," he replied.He was not happy, he wanted death or glory, to slink off round the back way was not his.