Womens Self Defense

He stepped aside and let her get on the escalator first.

"But it's good to be home. I like this airport," she said as they descended. She glanced around them; only a few other travelers occupied the airport at such a late hour. "It's easy to get around in."

"Got any luggage to claim?"

"No."

"So, what did you find out? Is this contest legitimate?"

Her face lit with excitement. "You won't believe it, John. Oh, my God," she breathed. "This is totally what I've been looking for."

"So tell me about it. Is it hard?" John asked as they exited the airport and started across the dark parking lot. John's pickup was in the front row, behind a row of trees. The asphalt was wet from a recent rain and reflected the streetlight glow in thousands of iridescent sparkles, making even John's old pickup look shiny and new.

"You eat anything?" John asked a short time later as he turned onto the Military Highway. Dozens of restaurants flanked the thoroughfare.

"Not really. I had breakfast, but with the time difference, my stomach probably thinks my throat's been cut."

"First tell me where you want to eat. It's on me. Then tell me about this game."

Her brow knitted in thought before she smiled. "How about All American Pancakes?"

"The one right here?" He pointed at the blue building across the intersection that was packed with customers.

"Yep."

He flipped on the turn signal and merged into the left lane. A few moments later, they had found a place to park and were seated in a dark corner booth made for two.