A few moments later Olive’s hand appeared over my right shoulder holding her panties. These were basic white briefs.“Here, have a sniff, although ...I did put them on fresh this morning.” She was right behind me, leaning on the back of the seat.I figured that I should follow all reasonable client requests, so I put her drawers to my nose and caught a faint whiff of her aroma. Then I carefully placed them on the seat next to me. By now we were moving down the middle lane at about ten to fifteen. Since I'm already here and up I might as well take all the statements. I will expect a full and complete report on my desk when I come in this morning. Hell if I thought I could get away with it, I'd curl up on one of these beds and sleep till sunrise at least." Lieutenant, feel free. I'm a light sleeper and if you leave me your Glock, no let me rephrase that, if I may borrow your Browning M1911 under your coat, I will ensure you get a good night's sleep. Well at least what's left of it." How. . forwhatever reasons he might have offered in his defense. It was shewho would one day decide if what he had done was right and proper.When that time finally came, it was she... and no one else... whowould pass judgment on him.But that time was still far into the future.The little bell above the door tinkled as the woman entered.The old man looked up. He smiled as he recognized the buxom guesthe'd been expecting. "Greetings, Edwina," he smiled. "I've beenexpecting you." So what else is new?". It’s August, windy, and the heat blows through one sturdily barred window, barely stirring the heavy fog of cigarette smoke in the common room. I am playing gin rummy with a woman named Cheyenne. Except her name isn’t Cheyenne. It’s Pat. Pat used to be a hotel manager until she discovered Shambala. Shambala, from what I can tell, is a place that existed thousands of years ago, populated by aliens and spirits who created our Earth as an experiment. ‘Not everyone on Earth has a soul,’ Cheyenne.