I opened the door and put on the phoniest smile I could muster. ‘Hey R–Niya! We’ve been waiting for you! How are you doing?’ I went so far as ...to even offer a hug. She looked confused, but briefly accepted my hug anyway. ‘Hello Simone. How are you doing?’ She was cautious with her words, obviously aware of the slight amount of contempt I had for her. She stepped back and looked over me. ‘You know you didn’t have to dress up. It’s just a casual meeting.’ She was referring to the tan sundress I’d. Jody checked the indicator that said the tank was full. That was one of the unwritten rules in the lodge. If you used water, you refilled the reservoir. She leaned over to check the fire box and, suddenly, Dick was presented with an unobstructed view of her sexual opening. The lips looked swollen and wet. He decided it was a little crazy that he thought those pussy lips belonged on a woman who looked very different than Jody Dagastino. Those pussy lips belonged on a supermodel, or Playboy. It was pretty late, maybe 1:30 am, when I went into the kitchen to get a drink. I saw the light still on in mum's room. Sometimes she had problems sleeping at night, so she was probably reading. After I got my drink, I decided to check on her. Padding up to her room, I could hear the tv, which was turned down - she probably didn't want to wake me. But as I reached her door, I recognized the sounds - the cheezy soundtrack and grunts and moans of a porno vid. I first saw the tv, and sure enough,. S.N.J 523 S.Y.D.” I used the letters as individuals ... the 523 was spoken as ‘five twenty-three.’“S.Y.D, SNJ 523.”“523 departing B.H.S to S.Y.D.”On those dates and times when traffic is expected at Bathurst, the terminal is occupied. If the yellow station Nissan is parked in its spot ... someone is there. The Nissan was absent. We aviated.My SNJ’s are fully military. Grey Green with the Naval Anchor tail markings and the Chilean red and blue rectangle with the white star superimposed. The 523.