The only problem was that along with those looks, an occasional ?Fuck You? attitude cropped up. This past week had been one of those times and I was a...out to remedy that situation.?I’m working on a little surprise for you. I’ll show it to you shortly. I’m almost finished.? I said as I walked back across the yard.?What ever,? she snipped without looking up from her magazine.Around behind the garden shed sat my project. I had acquired some 3? thick, rough sawed oak planks from which I constructed. That hurdle ended up being a lot easier than I had anticipated.So as we were sitting at a table talking about all sorts of common stuff I noticed she was really fidgety, not uncomfortable fidgety but, more like constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, I could hear her sandals making a sliding noise on the tile floor. In the back of my mind I knew I had to figure out a way to use this to my advantage. So after 15 or 20 minutes I decided to just call her out about the noise of her sandals. On Tuesday afternoon Bob Long asked for and received a copy of the other proposal. The company's name had been torn out and the price was missing. Bob and his crew went over the proposal. It was not as complete as the proposal that paladin had submitted.On Wednesday morning everybody from Paladin was ready to throw in the towel. It was obvious that the oil ministers had a "Favorite Son' that they wanted to give the contract to. Bob felt that no matter what Paladin proposed it wouldn't be good. Over everything he pulled his chain overcoat, and then looked at the mirror on the inside of a door.That look told him what he needed to know. The priests of the Isle of Dreams had been trained as warriors in a land that had no other military force. They had all worn this kind of armour, and over the long years Arakel had fashioned his own set. The broad-bladed bastard sword he lifted from the back of the wardrobe, however, had been his fathers, locked in the vault of his family home. As he.