’ ‘Jackson,’ she said about to begin an apology. ‘Save it,’ I said. ‘We need to get out of here first, then we can talk.’ ————�...– Orkideh ——————– There was a sick feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach as my whole world felt like it was about to come crashing down. The Iranian government had sent some goons after me, I had cheated on my fiancé whom I loved dearly, and now I had gotten Jackson mixed up in the whole ordeal that sounded as if it came out of a cheesy spy novel. Every thing I did. She had to take water from behind and to walk through a passage. I waited there and she passed by me each time with empty or filled pot I started talking to her very sexually and with each time, I got bold and put my hand out. She backed out and said someone might see. I got the message. I slowly opened the back door and made sure there was no one and asked her for her hand. She gave me and I gave a nice kiss to her on her hand. Next time she came to fill the pot in 5 minutes I again asked her. I went back to the camper for a big LED Kell-light flashlight, then waited for dusk. I painstakingly searched around that hangar door using an oblique ligh source (illuminating at a critical angle) for a human-sized access. The seams revealed one in the hangar door itself. A small round metal plate was fastened on by one bolt so that it could rotate. It didn’t want to move. It was stubborn, but I out-stubborned it. Within was a handle. Well, there was nothing for it but to try the damned thing.. " (I'd found that out, by God). "She's a might frightful truth be told." Whatever that meant. I waited for more, but, confirmed she'd finished. So I went: "Sure, uh, Mrs. Ca...I mean, ma." You're welcome, Cully." Gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck, sweetheart." Turned loose my arm-stalked away like an old Gypsy woman.Years later I told mother how the old Gyp had warned me. "Well, Dale, you're no picnic, son."Left hand she wrung in & out. Right hand wrung her clitoris. "Oh, fuck, Cully..