I arrived at Sara's bang on seven. I opened the front door with my own key and entered the living room. Sara was not there so I shouted to let her kno...w that I was here. Her voice rang out from the kitchen. She told me to sit on the couch and said that she would be in to join me very soon. It was a beautifully warm night, and as I made myself comfortable on the plush sofa, I found myself nodding off. I was awoken with a start by Sara's voice behind me. As I sat up suddenly, I turned to my right. Two flights of Hawks, a leader and a wingman, were called in to dive on the bogeys and to try to knock them out. The remaining six Hawks were left at altitude because it took so long for a Hawk to climb back to three klicks altitude. Ansa didn't dare have all of her fighter cover down low in case other bogeys showed up. She had to remember that this fight was also a training exercise for everybody from Ansa on down.The bogeys climbed to one klick before the Hawks could catch them, and there was. On a fortunate Sunday evening, we both decided to watch the before trilogy at a stretch and we did that with ease and comfort as our encounters are often filled with such sessions. Mala started talking about love for the first time in her life, she cursed the screenwriter for scripting it so beautifully and it has evoked an emotion she thought were dead. I politely asked her, ‘Is my prescience at this time of the day bothering you Mala?, she looked at the clock, it was almost 2 A.M. Mala. However, the office is almost exclusively staffed by women. It is still a field of work that is dominated by them – a good start. Because I'm familiar, and they are in the majority, they are less reserved than is often the case. They are less self concious about how they move, sit and talk. Just my few minutes in the office usually affords me one good glimpse of a shapely figure bent over a copier or a long look down the blouse of a full chested worker as she stoops to a cabinet. This morning.