Short neat hair, very clean clothes, shiny shoes and clean shaven…..in the 1980’s. They just looked like what they were, off duty army personnel. ... I was also in the army, but I made every effort to look badder than the bad guys. My normal outfit would consist of a black polo neck with a high collar, that way an army haircut didn’t seem as bad. I wore a black leather jacket with poppers, not a zip, zips could get stuck and if you were trying to grab a pistol from a shoulder holster, a sticking. I guess I wasn't feeling like trudging through the jungle today. Tell you what, instead of exploring today, we'll separate today's sector into the other days and take a break today." Well, if you say so." Why don't you go take a sun break on the beach. I'm feeling a little tired, and I'm going to get some more sleep." Okay."After the professor went back into his tent, David shifted into his Amber Cole form and followed him into the tent. He saw the professor standing right in the middle of the. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little doggy treat and tossed it to Woody. The dog snapped it out of the air.“That’s a well trained puppy,” Dr. Hennequin exclaimed. “How old is he? Six months?”“Yes, he’s six months. I’ve had him about a month. He’s smart as anything,” Tim said while picking up one of the pieces of luggage.He opened the door and ushered the other two in. Woody followed them in like it was his house.“Let’s get these bags put away and then I’ll give you the nickel. Her long reddish brown hair was tied into the beginning of a French braid. The hair had been started in a French braid at the top of her head and woven down to the top of her neck, where it was tied off with a rubber band. From there, her curly red hair hung in waves down to her back.Brad stared brazenly at her. He admired her long legs that seemed to end at her armpits. Her perky breasts were not big, but about as big as they could get without sagging. For a woman with a nineteen year old.