Interesting that we never know what experiences of a mundane sort will stick with us, and sometimes not even why, but there are always those seemingly... innocuous things we live through that do stick with us clearly for decades to come. The ride was not hurried, the horse I had taken walked at a good pace, and the creaking of the wagon distracted me so that it was easy to daydream in this rare period of otherwise idle existence. And of what did I daydream? Times of old, as the stories told them,. I followed up on our coffee meeting the next day. Before we could begin to coordinate schedules, we had to settle on a fair price for her services. My proposal of $250 for a two-hour meeting was dead in the water. Jasmin claimed that she usually got $350/hour. Out of my league, I replied sadly, watching my fantasy girl slip through my fingers…But it turns out that Jasmin was just haggling. Later she told me that she liked the way that I treated her with respect, that I was easy to talk to. And. The author explicitly prohibits.1) The posting of this story in an incomplete form.2) The use of this story in a larger work without his expresspermission.3) The use of this story on any CD, BBS or Website without thewritten permission of the author.This work is copyright TM Quin 1999.All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity topersons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does notnecessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in thisstory, some of. "Why didn't you make the fuses like those on the grenades of your time? We could have been killed. You want to keep all the good things out of the reach of the barbarians but we have to have more. Even if we had a dozen hand grenades we could have taken all of them and Aagt would not have been hurt." A few good things happened about this that you don't seem to comprehend." What?" Your cadets have been bloodied and all of them have survived. They have killed to save themselves and you. They were.