Cora-leen knew it so she pulled the curtains shut and began to take off her clothes. ‘I’ve had to live for over a year without you to hold in the ...dark. Could we? Just a little, and with a lot of kisses? I’ve really missed that with you.’ She saw the slightly coquettish look that Eden returned to her, ‘You mean to say, you didn’t think to find another girl for this while I gone? Bad planning, Cora-leen, bad planning’ Cora-leen scowled a little, ‘Don’t need no other girl. Don’t want one. I want a. After just a couple of minutes, the first guy approached her, only to be gently rejected. "I guess he didn't meet her standards" I mumbled to myself. Then she got up and walk a few steps to the bar to bring some pretzels back to the table. Then two men approached her, both looking to be in their early to mid 30's. Young, but not too young. One was white, a little bit "plain white guy", but still good looking and in good shape; about five-ten, slender, but not overly muscled with slightly shaggy. ”“We’ll find her. When Andre gets here, we’ll set off. I think we’ll need the help of Jim”“But you were so rude to him. I don’t know if he’ll want to face you, anyway!” she sobbed.“I was hardly going to congratulate him, was I?” he snarled, his face colouring once again.“Maurice, I’ve never told you this, but I lost my virginity at about the same age as Lori”“What, at fifteen?”“About that, yes.”“But that doesn’t make it right, does it?”“No, but sometimes, it just happens that way. I’m. " Simply that, no explanation of what she wanted. I sighed."Okay, if you must. I'm at-" I began again."I know," Misty said. What could this 18 year old budding superstar model want with me, an aging female bush pilot? Yes, we had a tragedy in common, but it needed to be put behind us, I thought.Three days later, I heard a quiet knocking on my apartment door. I opened it to see Misty standing there, much as I remembered her. About 5'9" tall, maybe 95 pounds, long, silken brown hair, deep brown.