He strode through the airport and navigated to his gate. He sat down on a plastic chair and checked the clock. He had forty minutes before his flight....He texted his wife for a few minutes, but then she had to catch her flight.He allowed his eyes to close, napping as he waited for his flight. He was eager to see his wife. Her smiling face, framed by her fiery hair, filled his vision. When she was on the hunt, she was cold, calculating, and even ruthless. But away from the filth of the vampires,. It probably was the drinks she had that made her lay her head on my lap and sighed.``Why didn’t I listen to Dee '' she said “she does have what it takes to spot the good guys from the bad”. She ran her hand up along my chest and cupped my chin”after all she has you”. She then took her hand away then asked ,”why would she tell me each time I broke up with someone to try you. Most of the time I thought she was just kidding,but now I feel that she wasn't,”she said. She was holding her hands on. Naïve to the ways of the real world, his life had been centered on school.But who was I; a social outcast, a female trucker with no friends, just acquaintances. I was a woman in a man's body, doing a predominantly man's job, and I was doing it by choice. When I had first started out with my father, I had dreams of meeting a strong dominant man, who would sweep me off my feet; someone to be in charge. After five years on my own, making my own choices, living my life the way I wanted to, that man. Not when such an opportunity had at last landed in his lap. Not when heplanned for her to land in his lap a great many more times.It was light when Jo drifted into wakefulness. She'd been dozing, halfsleeping, for an hour or so beforehand, and so sat up feeling refreshed.For the first time in days, the fatigue was gone. She'd become soaccustomed to it that she'd started feeling like that was the norm.It was this wakeful state that had her realise within moments that thewindow wasn't where it.