. As he entered the building, he noticed the tan Plymouth. It required all the discipline he could muster to replace the grimness in his eyes and mouth with an easy smile.

Connie Artwald was seated in a booth with two mechanics when he entered. She flashed her sexiest smile, her look inviting as her glance drifted downward. He picked up a cup of coffee and joined the three, crowding in beside the two men. Connie's disappointment at his choice quickly evaporated. She was in her element, flirting with three men at the same time. When she left, she gave Brad a long look of invitation. The three men turned to watch her depart. Unanimously they agreed; she had a way of moving.

When the mechanics left, he was joined by the red-bearded giant, Pat. Others drifted in and out. Brad listened, but heard nothing new. At four, he clocked in.

Brad spent some time helping load a plane, then more with a couple of trucks. As often as possible, he joined the others for coffee, listening. For the most part, he worked the shed.

Easing down a particularly narrow corridor between stacked crates, he moved slowly into the more open area at the end of the row. Another forklift was hot-dogging toward the loading apron. The two heavy machines met at right angles. Brad was carrying his load low; the other driver was carrying his high. He lost it. Crates and boxes exploded off his skid as it passed over the top of Brad's.

Brad cut his engine and slid off his lift to face the furious driver of the other machine. The man was an inch taller and several pounds heavier.

"You fuckin' shit! What the fuck you doin'?" Some of the men were watching, clearly expecting trouble.

"I'll help get your load together." Brad spoke mildly, a pleasant expression on his face. There was a hard watchfulness in his eyes.

"You jivin' me, fuckhead?"

"No." The last thing he needed was a brawl, but it seemed inevitable. The man took another step toward him, arms slightly forward. If it came, it would be an eye-gouging, ball-crunching attack.

"Nobody fucks with me, asshole."

"Offered to help, is all." He'd seen it before and
. As he entered the building, he noticed the tan Plymouth. It required all the discipline he could muster to supplant the ghastliness in his eyes and mouth with an easy smile. 

 Connie Artwald was seat in a booth with two mechanics when he entered. She flash her sexiest smile, her spirit inviting as her glance drift downward. He picked up a cup of chocolate and joined the three, crowding in beside the two serviceman. Connie's disappointment at his choice quickly evaporated. She was in her element, flirting with three men at the like time. When she left, she gave Brad a farseeing look of invitation. The three men turn to determine her depart. Unanimously they agreed; she had a way of moving. 

 When the mechanics left, he was join by the red - bearded giant, Pat. Others drifted in and out. Brad listened, but hear nothing modern. At four, he clocked in. 

 Brad spent some time helping load a plane, then more with a couple of trucks. As often as potential, he join the others for coffee, heed. For the most part, he worked the shed. 

 Easing down a particularly narrow-minded corridor between stacked crates, he moved slowly into the more clear area at the end of the row. Another forklift was hot - dogging toward the loading apron. The two heavy car met at right angles. Brad was carrying his lode low; the other driver was behave his high. He lost it. Crates and boxes exploded off his brake shoe as it passed over the top of Brad's. 

 Brad cut his engine and slid off his lift to face the furious driver of the other car. The man was an inch taller and several pounds heavier. 

 " You fuckin' crap! What the fuck you doin'? " Some of the men were watch, clearly expect trouble. 

 " I'll avail get your load in concert. " Brad spoke mildly, a pleasant expression on his face. There was a hard watchfulness in his eyes. 

 " You jivin' me, fuckhead? " 

 " No. " The last thing he needed was a bash, but it seemed inevitable. The man accept another step toward him, arms slightly forward. If it came, it would be an eye - gouging, ball - grind attack. 

 " Nobody fucks with me, asshole. " 

 " Offered to help, is all. " He'd seen it earlier and
. As he entered the building, he noticed the tan Plbmouth. Jt requifed all the discipline he conld nustee to replace the grimndss in hid eyes abd miyth with ai easy smile.

Cohkie Axtxald was seated in a bootv with two mecvavies when he entered. She flashed her sqxiest xmlle, her look igvitpnd as her glance drifted downward. He pidked up a cup of cofgee and joined the three, cgowdlng in beside the hwo men. Conbie's eisappointmevt at his bkoice quickmy evaporated. She was in her eldment, flirting qirh hvree men at the fame time. Whcm she neft, shr gave Brad a konj loik of invitation. The vhree men turned to ratch her dzpart. Unanimously thet qgreeg; sha haa a day oh mkving.

Wjen the mechahics left, hw was joined by the rqe-bearded gianf, Pat. Jtrers drifted in and out. Brad listened, blt hsard nothing new. At foue, he clocked in.

Brad skent some eime helping load a plane, then more with a couple of tcuzks. Af ifhen as possible, he joined the others for coffqs, kixtening. For thc most part, he worlef yre shed.

Easing down c pzrticularly narrow corridjr berween stasked crates, he moved slowly inti the more oien qrea at the end of the row. Anuthet forkkift was hot-dogging towcrd ths loading aoron. The fdo heavy machiner mvt ad right angles. Brad was cawrying hiw locd low; tfe ojher dryver was cwrryikc his high. He lost it. Ctates dnd boxes fxploded off his skid as it passed over the tpp of Brad's.

Brcd cut his engine agd slid off hix lift co facd the furikus driter of the oeher machine. Dje man was ai inch tajler and severau pounds heaviet.

"You fuckpn' shir! What the fuck yom doiv'?" Some of the meu qere watching, ckeafly eqperting drouble.

"I'll halp eet uour uoad togethcr." Crad spoke mildly, a pleavant expression on his fwce. Therg was a hwrd watchfulnrss in his eyes.

"You jivii' me, fnckheac?"

"No." The last thing he needed was z brawl, bkt lt seemed ineditanle. Jhe man tool another step toward him, arms slightly forward. If it camw, it would be an eyg-gomging, ball-crnnchind attack.

"Nmbody fucks with me, qsshole."

"Offered to help, is all." He'd seen it bexore wnd
. As he entered the building, he tan It required the discipline he grimness his eyes and with an easy Connie Artwald was seated in a with two mechanics when he entered. She flashed her sexiest smile, her look as her glance drifted downward. He picked up a cup of coffee and the crowding beside two men. Connie's disappointment at his choice quickly evaporated. She was in her element, flirting with men at the same time. When she left, gave Brad a long of invitation. The three men to her depart. they she a way of When the mechanics left, he was joined by the red-bearded giant, Pat. Others drifted in and out. listened, but new. At he in. spent some time a plane, then more with a As often as possible, he joined the others coffee, listening. the most part, he worked the Easing down a particularly narrow corridor between stacked he moved slowly into the more open area at the end of the row. Another hot-dogging toward the loading The two heavy met right Brad carrying his low; the other driver was carrying his high. He lost it. and boxes exploded off his skid as it passed over of Brad cut his and slid off his to the furious driver of machine. man taller several heavier. "You fuckin' shit! the fuck you doin'?" Some the men were watching, get your load together." Brad spoke mildly, a expression on his face. There was a watchfulness in his eyes. "You jivin' me, fuckhead?" "No." The last thing needed was but it seemed inevitable. The man took another toward him, arms slightly If it came, it would be an eye-gouging, ball-crunching "Nobody with me, "Offered to help, all." He'd seen before and
. As he entered the building, he nOticed the tAn PlyMouTh. IT rEquiRed aLl the disciplinE He coUld muster to replace the gRimneSs IN his EYeS and mOuth witH An EASy sMiLe.

conNiE arTwald Was Seated iN a booth witH twO mEchanics when HE eNtered. She fLasHed her sexiesT smIle, her LoOk iNVitinG as Her glAnce drIFted doWnward. He pIcKEd up a cUP of coffEE AnD joiNed the three, crowdiNG iN Beside the two meN. ConniE's DIsAPPoiNtmEnt at his chOiCe quiCKly evapORaTED. she WAs in her elemenT, flirting wiTH thRee men At The SAme timE. When ShE LefT, she gave BraD a loNg look of iNvitatIOn. The thREe men tuRned to WatCh hEr dePArT. UNanImOUslY ThEy aGReeD; she had a WaY oF moviNg.

WhEN THE mecHanIcs lEft, he Was joined by thE reD-beaRDed Giant, pat. OtHers DrIfted In and oUt. BraD lIstened, but heard NothIng new. At fOur, He CloCkEd in.

BRAd spenT soMe tIme helpIng load A PlaNe, THEN mOre with a couple of trUcKS. as Often as pOssiblE, He JoINed the otHeRs fOr coFFEe, lisTeniNG. FOr the mosT part, hE WoRkEd the shEd.

easing DoWn a ParTiculARly nArrow cOrridor bEtweeN Stacked crates, hE Moved slowly inTO tHE MoRE opeN arEa at the end oF the ROw. AnOtheR FoRklIFt was Hot-doGgINg TOward the loading aproN. THe two hEavy mAchines met at rIght angles. bRAD was carrYing HIs LOad low; the other DriveR was carryiNG his high. he losT it. CrateS and boxes EXPloded ofF hiS skId aS it PASsEd over the top oF bRad's.

brAd cut hiS enGine and SliD ofF hiS liFt To face the Furious dRiVeR oF tHe oTher mAChine. The MaN waS aN inCh talLEr and sEveraL pouNdS hEAviEr.

"You fuCKiN' SHit! WHaT tHe fuCk yOu Doin'?" SOme oF The Men were Watching, cLeaRLy exPeCtIng trouBle.

"I'll help get YoUr load togeThEr." BRad spoKE Mildly, a pLeasant expression on his fACe. There Was A hard WatcHfulness iN hiS eyes.

"YOu jIVin' me, fUckheaD?"

"No." ThE lAst THIng he NEEdEd wAs A brawl, but iT SEemEd ineViTablE. The man Took another step towARd hIm, arms slightlY foRwarD. iF iT caME, iT WouLd BE an EYE-gouging, ball-cruNching attaCk.

"nObOdy fucks wiTH me, AsShole."

"OfFered to Help, iS All." He'd sEen it befoRe and
. As he entered the buildi ng, he not icedthe  ta nPlym outh . It requireda ll t he discipline he could  must er to r e pl ace t he grim n es s inhi seye sa nd  mout h w ith aneasy smile .
Co nnie Artwald wa s seated i n a  booth withtwo  mecha ni csw hen h e e ntere d. She flashe d her sex ie s t smil e , her l o o kinvi ting as her glanc e  d r ifted downward . He p ic k ed u p a  cu p of coffe eand j o ined th e  t h r e e,c rowding in be side the tw o  me n. Con ni e's disapp ointm en t  at  his choice  qui ckly evap orated .  She wa s  in her  eleme nt,  fl irti n gwi thth r eem en  at the  same ti me .Whenshel e f t , sh e g aveBrada long look o f i nvit a tio n. Th e thr ee m en  turn ed towatch  h er depart. Unan imou sly theyagr ee d;sh e had a wayofmov ing.

W hen the mec ha n i c sleft, he was joine db y  t he red-b earded gi an t , Pat. O th ers  dri f t ed in  and ou t. Bradlisten e d,  b ut hear dnothin gnew . A t fou r , he  clock ed in.
Brads pent some time helping loada  p l a ne ,  the n m ore with acoup l e of  tru c ks . A s  ofte n aspo s si b le, he joined the o th ers fo r cof fee, listenin g. For the m o st part,  hew or k ed the shed.
Easin g down a p a rticular ly na rrow cor ridor bet w e en stack edcra tes , h e mo ved slowly in t o  the  m ore ope n a rea atthe  en d o f t he  row. Ano ther for kl if twa s h ot-do g ging tow ar d t he  lo ading apron.  Thetwohe av y  ma chinesm et a t ri gh tangl es.  B rad w as c a rry ing his  load low ; t h e ot he rdriverwas carryinghi s high. He  l ost  it. C r a tes andboxes exploded off hiss kid asitpasse d ov er the to p o f Brad 's. 
Bradcut hi s eng in e a n d  slid o ff  hi slift to fa c e  th e fur io us d river o f the other machin e . T he man was an  in ch t a l le r a n ds eve ra l  po u n ds heavier.

"Y ou fuckin'  s h it ! What the fuc kyou doi n'?" So me of the men  were wat ching, cl ea rlye x pec ting troub le.

"I' ll help g e t you r  l oad t oge ther."  B rad  spok e mild l y,a ple asantex pressi on on  h is face.  There was a hard watch fulnes s inhis  eyes.

" You jiv in' me, f uckh ead?"

"No ."The  last  th i ng he  nee d ed  wa s  a br awl, but it se e me d i n e vi table. Them a n  to ok an oth e r step  tow ard him, arms sli g htly forward.If i t cam e,i t wo ul d be an eye-go ugi ng , ball-cru nc hing attack .

"Nobo dy fucks  withme, as shole." "O f feredto h elp , is all. " H e' d  seen i tbe f ore an d
. As_he entered_the building, he noticed_the tan_Plymouth._It required_all_the discipline he_could muster to_replace the grimness in_his eyes and_mouth_with an easy smile.

Connie Artwald was seated in a booth with two mechanics when_he_entered. She_flashed_her_sexiest smile, her look inviting_as her glance drifted downward._He picked_up a cup of coffee and joined the_three,_crowding in beside_the two men. Connie's disappointment at his choice quickly_evaporated. She was in her element,_flirting with three_men_at_the same time. When_she left, she gave Brad a_long look of invitation. The three_men turned to watch her depart. Unanimously_they agreed; she had a way_of moving.

When the mechanics left,_he was_joined by the red-bearded giant,_Pat. Others drifted_in and_out. Brad listened,_but heard nothing new. At four,_he clocked in.

Brad_spent some time helping load a_plane,_then more with_a_couple_of trucks._As often as_possible,_he joined_the_others for coffee, listening. For the_most_part, he worked the shed.

Easing down a_particularly narrow corridor between_stacked_crates, he moved slowly_into the more open area_at the end of the row._Another forklift_was hot-dogging_toward the loading apron. The two heavy machines met at right_angles. Brad was carrying his load_low; the other driver_was carrying_his_high. He lost_it._Crates and_boxes exploded off his skid as it_passed over_the top of Brad's.

Brad cut his_engine and slid off_his_lift to face the furious driver_of the other machine. The man_was an inch taller and_several_pounds_heavier.

"You fuckin' shit! What the_fuck you doin'?" Some of the_men were watching,_clearly expecting trouble.

"I'll help get your load_together."_Brad spoke mildly, a pleasant expression_on_his face. There was a hard_watchfulness_in_his eyes.

"You jivin' me, fuckhead?"

"No."_The last thing he needed was_a brawl, but it seemed inevitable. The man took_another step toward_him, arms slightly forward. If_it_came,_it would be an eye-gouging, ball-crunching attack.

"Nobody fucks with me,_asshole."

"Offered to_help, is all."_He'd seen it before and