She thought those subjects were vastly under rated in the school systems, and wanted to get others pointed in the right direction. Van had been a mode... student, and had been a straight A student since Kindergarten, as well as having perfect attendance. She had gone out for track, since she was too uncoordinated for a team sport, and had gained medals in cross country, and the marathon. He short stature had served her well in those sports, in spite of her "short" legs. Her coach had told people. "What happened here?"I shrugged, and smiled coyly at him, "They're all like that, I guess I just don't know how to behave." I punctuated my statement with a little giggle, tugged the panties from his hand and tossed them back into the machine. Closing the lid, I popped my coins into the slots and started the cycle, then turned as to leave but found my way blocked. Standing barely a foot from him, I realized how tall he was, easily nine inches taller than me, and his toned, athletic build was. God, what a night it had been, he thought as he sank onto the couch. He dropped his head back, half-closed his eyes, and the sunlight suffused everything with a soft golden glow. For just a moment, he needed to rest. The constant motion was, at last, over for a while. x-x-x-x "Hey." The one syllable, spoken in a soft voice, roused him from his unexpected sleep. He blinked and rubbed a hand over his face before he could focus on her, standing in the doorway. He smiled. "Hey, yourself,. The driver is Steve Pearson, and the guards are Joe Simpson, Beau Le Blank, and George Williams. Beau will ride "shotgun" beside Steve. Y'all know all them, so y'all should git along fine." Oh, yeah. No problem. Where are they?" Over there." Mornin', Steve, Beau, Joe, George. Y'all ready to go?" Yep, we're ready to roll." OK. Fer now, we'll foller along 'bout a hundred yards behind y'all. Steve, don't fergit that we can't keep up ifen you let them hosses run all out." Yep, I'll remember. Here.