An hour out of Seattle, the pilot announced over a million people in Seattle were without power and we’d been one of the last flights to leave SeaTa..., which was now closed and without power. Taking off was like riding a rollercoaster, only not as much fun.Where the action isMy original schedule showed a seven-hour layover at DFW but since our flight was five hours late, I had spent most of the layover time in Seattle. I’d managed to stay plugged in so I had a full battery in the little laptop. . Hm. Weird..."All the old conversational spins and turns don't work when the actors have these new faces, these exchanged roles. Even swapping the scripts can't help: both know who originated the lines. The conversation stalls, limps along with wider pauses, then stalls again and is not restarted.The stillness is made denser, more potent, as it is compressed by the normal sounds that surround it. You take it in with every breath, until it silences every thought but one: this was a mistake.The. You, maybe.” She turned and flashed a wicked grin, as she rested her hand on the closest pole. “This is a pole. Sit.” She directed the man. He hurried to comply. As he neared the floor, Honey knocked his feet from underneath him and secured his hands around the pole with a shiny pair of cuffs. He rewarded her with a grunt. “What the he-?” He tried protesting. He didn’t get very far, as Honey shoved one of her thigh-high stockings in his mouth. “Your role tonight is to shut up, observe, and then. I was going to go into the national competition as an orange belt in Jujitsu. Everyone looking at an orange belt would see a person with less than a year of training, and I would make the center look good, very good. I knew why they were doing it, and I was going to get private instruction to make me look even better. There was no lie in what we were doing, I was, in fact, just beginning to learn Jujitsu, but it still seemed like a stretch of the truth. I also knew as a contract negotiator,.