Pondering it for a few seconds, I saw no harm. I could get him home earlier, most days anyway. There would certainly be days like today.“I mean, sur... if you need a regular ride,” I offered, “I could do that. It’s on my way.”“Mrs. Williams, you don’t know how much I appreciate this.”Bobby ran back over to the court and grabbed his shirt and books. Not bothering to inform the other boys that he was leaving, he ran back to my passenger door. He put his books on the floorboard and hopped. .. demure, and lady-like. You are the perfect one," she told me. "Now you will be our toy. Our living, breathing toy, or girlfriend with a, shall we say, strap-on?" she said as the others snickered. I stood against the board, and the blonde tossed her finger in the air, and in a few seconds I was laying on my back parallel to the ground and being wheeled out of the room. I could hear all of their heels clanking on the floor once we entered the lift, and several hands began loosening the tight. "Dupree's eyes bored into Harry. "Yes, Captain Arsenault?" he asked, his voice a deadly monotone."What's she doing here?" He jerked his thumb at Cynthia."Cadet Sergeant Arsenault is flying second chase on Captain Buckler's section." The continued flat tone in Major Dupree's voice was a clear threat to not challenge his position.Harry was shocked, much to the amusement of some of his fellow pilots. He stared at Dupree in horror. "What?" His head whipped around to behold his sister as he rose in. He lunged at her, grabbing her neck. She kicked him in the chest and he let go. She aimed another kick, but he caught it and pulled her towards him. He punched her in the face. To her, the fist seemed to come out of nowhere. Ouch, she thought. As she turned her head back, he punched again. He knew he had to keep these coming. He focused another punch, but before he could fire she locked both arms with him. She refused to let him take the advantage. They pushed against each other, grappling low.