He sat nursing his beer occasionally looking at the man stood with two others by the quiz machine, they had been laughing in his direction since he re...turned to his seat. George felt uncomfortable knowing they were having a laugh at his misfortune, so decided it was time to go home. Passing by the three of them on his way out, he looked away trying not to make eye contact.“Excuse me mate, you can’t go yet you still have to get me another pint.” George froze a moment before turning to see the man. That was what he’d been after, and he rolled it on to catch her. He didn’t want to race, he just wanted to see more of her style. He didn’t push either, he just hung there. When they got to the end, Will pulled up beside her and gave her the sign, offering to go for coffee. He saw just the top half her thin smile in the helmet, but she shook her head, and again turned left. Will rode home thinking that he’d better get this work started if he was going to do it. He’d noticed a clank in at least. "Got a job for that arm?" I just might," he answered. "Military intelligence has gone all oracular on us, and nobody can make heads or tails of that gobbledygook. There might be something happening, and that's enough to give us cold-iron types gray hair. Nothing for it but to go and look."You know the deal with oracles - they never say what they mean, and there's always six different ways to interpret what they said. Once the eggs hit the skillet, you find out the seventh way, and it always. He took Salsa years ago. But it gave him an excuse to place his arm on her lower back above her butt, and an excuse to have her wrap her arm around his neck, placing his hand behind her head he dipped her and brought her about half way back up. "Oh dear you have that look as if you want to kiss me! ...again" he said coyly "I.. Uh.. No.. Sir I know we can't... shouldn’t... I mean won't... being employee and employer and after last time... The talk we had about never again... And... I'm sorry.