(I'll join...)<br/>Lyle sat around waiting for her dad's 'escort' to come pick her up from the airport. As she glanced around she picked at her gray jeans. Her sweatshirt was a gift from her Dad just before she left for where ever she was coming from.<br/>She had been on so many planes lately she couldn't tell weather she was coming or going anymore. Slowly she realized some kid was staring at her. She shifted uncomfortably.<br/>She stretched up and looked at the kid out of the corner of her eye.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Kinda cute. Wonder why someone like him is here in this hell hole.</span>She stood up and hefted her bag to her shoulder.<span style="font-style: italic">Better get ready to see Daddio again.</span>She smiled to herself and smoothed down her sweatshirt subconsciously.