"This is Mrs Susan andMr Tony Trent who are the named beneficiaries in Aunt Elsie's will. Theyare to be shown around and afterwards taken back to the ...apartment, where Iwill be waiting." Please call me Janet," said Mrs Manson. "You are bound to have manyquestions, but can I suggest you store them up until we have been roundall the areas." She led them to the front of the shop, passing throughlengthy corridors. The shop seemed to be dingy and full of unfashionableclothes. "This is the reception. Mom dropped me off a few minutes before nine, and I had Mr. Nileson and Brian as an audience while I got my bike out of the back seat of the 210."There's a bike rack in back where you can put that, Sammy," Mr. Nileson called out. "Brian will show you where."There was indeed a bike rack, under a low covered porch in the back, and my Tornado became its sole occupant."Dad's got some stuff to go over with you in the office, and then we'll get started, okay Sammy?"What I got from Mr. Nileson was a. We ended up with a lot of traffic up and down the road, usually supply convoys, each of which required armed escorts and teams of anti-IED Buffaloes. You drove around watching everything and everyone, stopping at each fortified position to load or unload, and drop off busted-up vehicles and busted-up soldiers.Most of the time the engineers managed to detect and neutralize the IEDs along the road, but not always. Improvised explosive devices were usually made of artillery and mortar shells that. Half my battle was won!“So what to wear ... what to wear...” I softly mused, as I began to thumb through the wardrobe. I settled on a sheer chiffon blouse, crème in color, and my brown satin skirt. The skirt was long, and a full-circle in cut. I usually wore a slip with it, but not tonight. Tonight there would be no doubts to Ron about my intentions. I also skipped my usual heeled boots, and went with a pair of four-inch strappy sandals.I decided I was going to throw myself at Ron. So no bra,.