The wings folded, the cool down was observed, the wing root ladder set in place and the tiny pilot stepped off the wing and took her helmet off. A gir... ... a redhead ... a wowzer of a redhead. She shook her head and the red hair cascaded and whipped. The rear seat ... GIB stepped down and the redhead grabbed him and danced a circle around him. Lip readers could read her shouts."I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT!!!"A deck crewman headed for the aircraft but the tiny pilot grabbed him and yelled. "May I go now, sir? I have work to do." Yes Kara. Thanks for your understanding," he said, as she stood up and coolly left his office.Bill leaned back in his chair. He hated having to do that, but enough was enough, and hopefully this time the message had sunk in.Two months passed without Kara as much as speaking to him. Life was good, and he was up for a potential promotion to partner in a few weeks.One Friday evening after work, Bill came home and poured a finger of his favorite scotch to. Then when we thought that things could not get any better, we were amazed to find a route onto the plain that would support a wagon, if the team pulling it was stout. We walked off the area to establish the size and were overjoyed to find that the area we had originally wanted was just under 160 acres. We figured that if the land grant wasn’t valid anymore, we would at least own the potion of the plain that we really wanted. If we moved the homestead back away from the cliff and waterfall, we. I gulped and choked out, “I u.usually do t.too.”“No need to change that on my account,” she said with a huge smile on her face. I stepped into the bathroom. Washed up a little, then removed my clothes and put them in a pile next to her clothes. I looked in the full length mirror on the back of the door. I had torn the ACL in my right knee during my sophomore year of college basketball. It had been repaired, but my playing days were over. I kept in good shape with other activities. I walked back.