After the workshop, I was already 3 pegs down and reasonably high. Angela was calling everyone on the dance floor I took a chance and asked her if we ...ould dance. I had taken few dance classes which helped dancing with her. We had fun and enjoyed a lot. Later we went for dinner. After dinner I was headed home I was waiting for an auto but no one was ready to take me to Andheri station. I used to stay in kandivili. Luckily Angela came with her Skoda. She asked me to get in and laughed saying you. “What kind?” I asked.“Cessna 185. Needs work. Found two of ‘em. Working on logistics now.”She related the story.“Well that settles it,” I said. “185’s a tail-dragger. Me ‘n’ Bill BOTH need tail-dragger endorsements.”“Your place or mine?” Cindy said with an audible snicker.“We get a choice?”“Yeah ... If it’s here, I can intersperse your training with other activities. If it’s there, well, I can still do that stuff, most of it anyway, on line or whatever...”“It’d be a whole lot easier if you came. "Table's turned, you big, mouthy sucker..."Slicing down with a hand edged with Phoenix fire, she severed the head of the nearest barracuda, then enveloped the entire body with soft, blue flame as she cooked it. After a few minutes, she did the same to the other."Dinner's ready," Miranda chimed, looking over at the resting pterodactyl, who was still raptly observing the behavior of those odd creatures out in the water.Suddenly, the giant neck and beak streaked forward, and Murielle came up with. Even the first chapter title, Cadet, is half gone, burnt off, but absolutely nothing else, so this book means something more to him than being, just another book. She is about a third the way through and in deep concentration, now understanding what he means by looking behind what is written rather than the just words themselves, she even had to look up the word 'allegorically' as she thought it had only religious connotations. She realised last night, almost an epiphany of sorts, that this is.