Your wish is my command. Velvet That same note, now folded and re-folded several times lay in his shirt pocket, close for easy access and read several...times during the day. He showered, took a nap and dressed casually, just as he had the day before: jeans, t-shirt, tennis shoes. She wanted him to be himself: totally comfortable and at ease. He packed his bags early, had a light dinner of fajitas and paced the room, smoking like a fiend until his cell phone rang. ‘Mr. Harold?’ ‘Yes, Chauncey?’. There were two voices arguing in favor of a meet-up, and only once voice arguing against. The two warring sides of my brain argued evenly, one voice on either side of the discussion. But Sue was pretty much totally in favor of the idea. To be fair, a small part a couple of times she suggested a bit of caution, but for the most part, she argued in favor of a meet-up.Seeing and hearing Sue’s enthusiasm both frightened and excited me. With Francis, with the exception of that single night at the. He is a little taller than me but not by much. He has light brown hair and a little hair on his chin. He is a great guy, and an amazing manager to have. He's about 25 I believe. Then there's Ryan. He's your typical "I know I'm good looking" type guy. His dad owns all the pizza shops where I live and he is kind of an asshole. He is very tall, and has black hair and blue eyes. He has tattoos on his upper arms, chest, and back. He's 21 and married with one kid. I remember at my interview with Ryan. The building was little more than a skeleton at this point, erected between two large trunks, a foundation of poured concrete providing more support for it. It would be quite large when completed, with two levels, and enough floor space to meet the Coalition’s needs.Jules was already thinking about the furniture, and how they might decorate it. Maybe some rugs and tapestries would give it a more Araxie feel, some skulls and pelts mounted on the walls like a hunting lounge, perhaps. The alien.