Here were two successful people but he was suffering from his impossible love for Lois and for Brittany. Dora was suffering from the loneliness of her...self-imposed decision not to love. Their meeting has been described to me and they weren't adult about it even for an hour. They have been together constantly. They weren't in love at the very first. Oh, that came but they saw the problem, the missing piece in the other's life. As they came to love, they filled that hole solving each one's. When I finished, I handed the lyrics to “The Wayward Wind” to a very curious Belle.“That’s how it works,” I said. “Something as simple as that gust of wind triggered the idea for a song. I write down the words as they pop into my thick skull, and think up the melody at the same time.”Of course that was all a big load of hogwash, but pretty little Belle didn’t need to know that.She read through the words and asked about the melody. I sang a few lines for her, stressing the key words, and she. I asked that the communiqué be separated two ways for me, all of them in a folder by posting time and a separate folder by location. Then I specified that closer attention be placed on Oklahoma and France.‘‘I see JBG being involved in aggressive action in both places in thirty days or less. While you are at it, have you heard anything from the other Texas groups and any connections to Mexico?’’ I asked.‘‘I have a couple men working exclusively on the Texas groups, little or nothing is going. I saw her glance downward at her dress and, like a fool, my gaze followed hers.She had lowered the bodice of her gown completely and her breasts were visible when she opened her coat.I smiled at the sight."You have some serious kinks," I whispered.Carrie beamed and closed her top coat."You know I do," she said. "Wait until tomorrow."There was a pause."Or actually, you don't have to wait," she said softly. "It is now tomorrow or today. Or, you know what I mean. I own you, Mister."She giggled.