Finallyit was getting late and Peters suggested that I dress in my mostscandalous outfit and get ready for a night on the town. They don't sellscandal...us at Wal-Mart, but thanks to a handy pair of scissors, I wasable to turn an already sexy dress into an outfit that was barely legal.An hour later when we walked into a local gay bar, all eyes turned andwatched as the most brazen temptress that the club had ever seen sashayedinto the room. For the next several hours, I danced and rubbed up. ”Stutter ... Shift“I don’t walk to talk about it, Charles. I just ... need to not work with Mason for a while, okay?”“Your husband is core, Quincy! You can’t not work with him.”“Then I quit.”“Just tell me what happened. I can help!”“Don’t push it, Charles. Just drop it. Give me a few days. I just need to think.”Charles sat the device he’d been showing her onto the desk and lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Quincy, whatever happened. If I can help...”His soft tone helped her calm down a moment.. ‘Can’t be that hard, surely?’ I asked myself.The Healing station was busy, mostly with civilian casualties as the Troopers were making a good account for themselves with their hand weapons coupled with their armour. The heavier aliens were currently stuck at the new defence line and the war of attrition had resumed. There had been a few attempts by the aliens to travel to the islands where a good few of the population were in hiding, but these had been turned back by a crude missile firing. It was said he refused to take mistresses for fear he'd be betrayed by one of them. It was an understandable position in light of the 1938 purge of the Military by Stalin and his NKVD head Beria. Many top men had had their mistresses forced to spill the beans on them.She'd never felt happier than when she was flying alongside John. He reminded her of a boy showing off in front of his friends. She remembered, back in Novgorod, how he used to fly so close to her that he almost touched her wingtip.