But it's ... I don't know. Not something I'd considered."He rewarded her with a smile. "One way to put it is the difference between police and firemen...and soldiering."She nodded, then, firmly. "Navy or Air Force."Deb cautioned her, "Flying is a man's game. You'd have a struggle the whole way."Lenore shook her head. "Flying would be fun, but that's ... not what I pictured myself doing." The modern officer's time is filled with huge amounts of accomplishing paperwork for the sake of satisfying. I'm thinking, don't tell me that's her. Then Jan starts waving her over to our table. Oh, my god, she was a smoke show.Cindy sat down and we shared our pleasantries. She was about 5'-3", and had on a revealing blouse (holding those implants captive), tight ass jeans, and some very sexy shoes on. So Scottsdale. It was hard to tell how old she was, I was guessing early late forties, early fifties.Cindy was in the personal training business. It seemed like fitness was pretty popular in this. I am not mad at you and I don't think any less of you. If I was mad at you Miss Moore, you would be sitting in the unemployment office instead of this one. "Yes, I want to go to lunch with you. And not a 'business lunch' either. I want to go to lunch as two good friends. Are you interested?" he said."Yes! Oh yes, Sir! I would love to go to lunch with you!" she said, standing up quickly. She forgot about the chain and almost tripped, but Peter caught her and held onto her."Easy there, Miss. I'm Tracy. If you will excuse me, you don't look like a Hans-Peter to me?" Ah, Hans Peter is from my father who is German and the skin and hair are from my mom, who comes from Ghana. So, Tracy? Hmmm. I love your hair." My hair? What sort of a chat up line is that?" No sort of line but you see where my mother comes from, where I grew up until I was a teenager, everyone has the same hair and eyes. Black skin. Black curly hair. Deep brown eyes. When we came back to Germany – you were all so odd!.