“I happen to be in the store when you robbed it?” She reasoned, her head following his movements.“Ha! No, not even fucking close!” He countere....“It wasn’t just an accident that we took you both. Don’t you fucking get it? Don’t you understand why we took you? It’s because of who you’re married to! Your husband and his fucking book about us, ‘The Retrospective Murders,’ are ruining my life!” She cringed from Chuck yelling in her ear and his stale breath.“Myself, I prefer what the Miami Police. “Touché! But I can’t imagine you’re OK with that kind of situation.”“One step at a time. We aren’t dictating terms at this point.”“Terms of surrender?” I grinned.“I suppose it depends on how you look at it. But don’t worry about that at the moment.”“You seem to have this all mapped out,” I chuckled. “Have you decided on a date?”“Wouldn’t you like to know?!” she asked with a wry smile.“Assuming for a moment that your plan succeeds, which, I’ll remind you, is no sure thing, how would you see this. Not as long as the ISU is headed by that moron The Speedskater, and controlled by all the Russians whispering in his ear." The Speedskater was a derogatory term used by figure skaters to describe the head of the International Skating Union, who had come from the speedskating side of the sport."That's going to change, Warren. Trust me on that one, OK?" Curtis, I like you. You're a good man. We'll think about it, is all I can promise." All right. Should we schedule you guys for the Grand Prix?". And stay out of trouble.” “Sure, Mom,” said Kelly and dragged me towards the pool area. When we walked outside she said, “Those shorts look good on you; they show of your ass, which is your best asset, no pun intended.” “Gee, thanks Kelly.” I was a not a beauty like Kelly. My boobs were a lot smaller and I was a few inches shorter. I’m a natural blonde with green eyes and pale skin. I burn easy and have to use SPF50 all the time. Still, the guys seem to find me attractive enough. It must be.