That bastard decided on a free lunch. I don't fancy sitting on that big rock at night watching for the saber-tooth while he sneaks up on me. And I don...t want you tangling with him, either. One of these days, I'll build a real smokehouse to cure and smoke our meat, but for now I'm going to salt cure the big pieces of meat in our cave, and continue to dry the rest for jerky."Drying has obviously worked on the deer and antelope, but I've only had the meat for a couple of weeks. Who knows how long. "So what do you think of Megan DeVille?" she asked."You know they call her Cruella DeVil behind her back," Peter Snodgrassgrinned.Porsche nearly choked on her coffee and spat it back in the cup. Sheguffawed."Oh that is so deliciously wicked!" she smirked."She's an icon at Goldwing. Been here thirty years, started out as ahostess at seventeen and has never married. When she got too old to flyshe took over recruitment and the Flight Attendant Training Academy,"Peter explained."You seem to know. While Thomas and I were... you know... fucking. When I hung up the telephone, it didn't go back into the cradle. Now I don't know if John heard something." He probably hung up when you said goodbye. Don't get paranoid now. It'll all work out somehow sweetie. We just need to come up with a plan."Amy looked at Jill and wiped her nose. "What kind of a plan? What on earth can I do to fix this?"Jill had no idea. However, she was good at thinking on her feet. "Well, you said that John left you alone. “I think so, it’s not far." "Susan, again I’m sorry for what you witnessed today. It never should have happened.” “Forget about it Mac,” Susan said with genuine empathy,” I have on my big girl pants and I can deal… Besides,” she grinned, “You’re helping me to fit into smaller big-girl pants!” “Thanks Susan, that’s nice to hear,” Mac said, then he blushed in a charmingly boyish way and added, “and I have to say that you’re looking pretty damned good in those smaller big girl pants too! I’m.