"Are there any more cookies left?" she asked her mom as she walked into the kitchen."I hid some especially for you. The men in this family are Cookie ...Monster wannabes. Don't you think you should retire that dress?" Thanks, Mom," said Heather as she took a bite out of one of her cookies. "I will if I can find some nice outfits when we go shopping this weekend. I dunno. All of a sudden I got the urge to dress sexier and more feminine. It looks like you got the same urge. You're so pretty when you. “I think you should ask him that, young lady. Somehow he insists calling it a kilt and part of his Scottish heritage.”Why this was appeared to be funny to Mr.Schwartz was a mystery to Sif, but the Tycoon smirked.”And you going to be right there, enjoying seeing the old highlander squirm.”“Every second of it.”A regiment of Klack carrying banners marched in to a high pitched humming tune.Everyone who could rose to their feet and Egill whispered. “That is the Hymn of the Klack Queen, watch careful. Plus, we have always treated them right in trading and if they are hungry we let them cut out a couple of steers. But away from here you’d better be armed.’ ‘Grandpa Henry, what date is it anyway?’ The more Grandpa Henry talked, the more I felt my suspicion was right, impossible as it seemed. If he answered the way I thought, then I would be certain. ‘I think it’s July, Year of Our Lord, 1876. I know it’s 1876, but I’m not sure if it’s July — could be June. A body kinda loses track o’ time out. Tom came in the house and Katie ran up to him and pressed her body against his and rapped her arms around him and squealed, Hi Tom, I missed you this morning. Yeah the boss asked me to come in on Saturday for a few hours earlier this week. This is a nice greeting to come home to, maybe I should work a few hours every Saturday morning if I get this kind of greeting when I get home. Tom realized he was getting a hard on because Katie had held on to him and he could feel her young budding body.