The money she'd just lost was the week's grocery money. The cupboards were bare when her husband had gone for a snack and he had given her $300 to sto...k the shelves. When he got home tonight he was going to expect to see something and there was no way she was going to be able to explain that she'd lost the money at the track."What the hell am I going to do?" she asked herself.She had borrowed money from everyone she knew to support her gambling habit and now even her own mother was refusing to. My daughter needs help. Her autism is mild and my husband and I feel she could thrive with the right guidance and training." I'm sure that's the case, but there really isn't anything we can do. Not right now anyway. You can apply again next year and hopefully we'll be able to get you into the program." Every year we waste sets her back even further. She'll be twelve next month and next year may be too late." I'm sorry, Mrs. Cox, really I am," she said sliding the files to her brief case. "Why. It was a thousand air miles from Morton and 130 miles from Florida. If we had to we could land at Miami and helicopter to the Cay. There was even an arrangement for customs to meet large groups at a small building near the runway for an expensive fee.In the customs building I walked up to an officer, and as I displayed my federal badge asked for Jeffery Harts.“I’m Jeffery Harts, Ambassador Carr and I talked again this morning. Welcome to the Bahamas. I understand you are interested in East. ”“Oh, that’s sneaky but effective. You certainly cannot go outside in just your PJs.”As I said this, I noticed a wicked grin pass over Julie’s face. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through to her bedroom.“I know how you can help me. Take off your clothes.”“What, you’ve got to be joking. I’m not doing the strip for you.”“Don’t be silly. I don’t want to ogle your boy bits. I want to borrow your clothes and go for a short walk. Get on with it.”I was speechless. This plan was terrible, but it was.