Ken popped the trunk and lovingly placed her bags inside. Once her things were securely in place, Ken looked up and smiled at her as he pulled a large...plastic bag out of the trunk. He made his way over to the passenger side of the car where she was waiting patiently to be let in. He backed her up against his Honda and kissed her quickly, moving his lips down to her neck as he reached down with his right hand and unlocked her door. He reluctantly pulled himself from her to open the door. Ken. ‘Oooohhhhh!’ Becky moaned as my hands worked first her left and then her right foot. ‘Oh this is so nice….’ Becky said faintly, her voice trailing off as my hands began to slide up from her feet to her ankles. As my hands moved upwards, I discovered that indeed Becky did not shave anywhere, just as advertised. Her calves were covered with a thin coating of hair, light and fine hair almost imperceptable to the touch unless your hands went in the opposite direction. Initially I’m not sure what I. Lawrence recognized from their civilian clothing and weapons that they were members of the York Militia. ‘I’m Captain Orr. What are you gentlemen doing out here?’ ‘Well, Sir-Captain, we’ve been on the run since the Americans blew up Fort York,’ said the oldest among them. He had a beard and Lawrence thought he recognized him as a local baker. ‘They didn’t destroy the fort, we did. Major General Sheaffe ordered the magazine blown and it was a good thing he did as the Americans were just about to. We could choose whether to have our message be heard by everyone, individual parties, or even a predefined group.I expected that Dr. Barbooski and I would migrate to one another since we were both familiar with each other’s work, but that didn’t happen. I quickly discovered he was more interested in expanding his own research on pain killers than finding a solution to our common problem.The sad fact was that everyone there seemed to have their own agenda. While they were all accomplished.