As they ate dinner that evening, Gillian explained that she was an Academy alumnus visiting as a guest coach and lecturer. Her topic was Turning Acade...y Preparation into a Prosperous Life. Upon graduation, Gillian had found the world to be fickle and facetious. Gillian could explain complex technical concepts to her managers, hold an audience’s attention with good speech and good looks and lead a cantankerous work team in achieving superior results. New friends and acquaintances were initially. The lights at this time in the evening are just coming on as the sun begins to dip, casting a dusky orange hue across the sky. The view is utterly wonderful and I watch her for a moment standing in front of me with her back to me, her dress skims her curves so perfectly and I desperately want to feel her melt into me. I keep telling myself it’ll all be in good time. “Are you still there?” she whispers nervously.“Oh yes, I’m just admiring the view,” I reply, slipping my hands around her waist. I. "We pulled up outside my local pub and I groaned inwardly as I saw the banner stretched across it saying, "Welcome home Jack, you're our hero." You're the first V.C. We've ever had from Croydon." Paul said as we got out and I was mobbed by cheering well wishers, half of whom I didn't even know!Inside were long tables groaning beneath the weight of food on them, there were plates of ham, whole chickens, salads, boiled eggs and masses of sandwiches, you name it, it was there, I'd never even seen. The next thing I knew I was insidethe store standing there in the midst of more than a dozen bikers. Theyranged in nearly all sizes except small. I without a doubt was the small one.A couple of them looked like they were 300lbs with big beer guts. Some of theothers were in terrific shape and then one six foot four guy motioned for meto come over to him. Obviously he was the leader. I walked over.He looked at me and asked if I liked bikers. Nervously and in the mostfeminine voice I could muster.