"Sunday. 1230. Where you saw me reading, seems like ages ago, theircoffee is spot on."Spot on? So bloody Mark I can see him saying it.Just a sandwich ...nd a brew with an old mate. Honest.Eight.Corporal Kayzia Flaherty drives diggers and big, green Tonka toys in aRoyal Engineers regiment along the coast from Colchester. She's lean andtight-bodied with red hair cropped around the sides. A tattoo on herright deltoid reads 'Ubique' - which means something if you're anengineer.I met her at a brigade. " Billy borrowed $100.000 on the building more or less," he said. "His payments, if applied directly to that figure would bring the price down to $80,000 more or less." the old man said."No, I can't do that. I will up my offer to $60,000 even though that will put me in a shaky position," I said. You are going to have to write off 20K or 80K it's up to you. If I take the building, it leaves your portfolio forever. If someone else takes it, you might have to carry the note for them. Potentially. *Even though it was still September, the Vermont air was beginning to cool. I shuddered slightly as I stepped outside my residence hall, quickly finding myself distracted with pulling up my running playlist on my phone. I didn’t even notice him until I found myself falling backward on my ass.“Shit, are you okay?” A callused hand was grasping mine as I felt myself lifted up, coming face to face with him. “I tried to get your attention, but it was too late, I’m really sorry for bumping into. It was too warm to wear panties. The church ladies had stared at her.But it was so hot in the sanctuary; a line of perspiration gathered at the base of her neck, under her short red hair, and ran, tickling, down her spine.She hadn't taken her eyes off the priest throughout the mass, in case intense concentration would speed the delivery of God from his words into her soul. He preached to her, in English and the heady tones of Latin, pouring the word of God over her like warm, thick oil.She.