’ A concerned look came across her face. ‘I hope I’m not being too forward.’ ‘Oh, no,’ I said, smiling. ‘It’s been a good, long while ...ince I’ve engaged in any decent conversation. Half the time, I’m afraid I’ll end up like that poor woman back there.’ I indicated the woman in the corner behind me. She looked over my shoulder and then back at me. ‘Why? What’s wrong with her?’ she asked. ‘What’s wrong with her? Why, she’s cracked. She’s always talking to h–‘ ‘Herself’ is what I’d started to say. "I don't think we need to 'Travel' back in time to figure this out. Or even hope to catch a thread of time from the period when our mystery caller died."What we do need to figure out is what Kim suggested. We have to deal in 'The Here And Now' not 'The Way Back Then.' If we could find a way to get back and prevent her death, which is what I feel you want to do Will, that would cause a real problem."It's the old paradox problem. The paradox where if you went back in time and killed your. As I turn left so I take her away from master bedroom, started to head to radio room. She pulls my track pants down enough to just show my ass. I was hey whats up. She winked at me, and said, I know you like me. I said you have a boyfriend. She said I don't care. I said I don't like another mans girl even if its you dear. She was yaya. But felt I was serious always am. But with her mmmmmmmmmmm, I wanted to push as much as I can till she burst. So we were quiet in the radio/couch room. She. At that point, I could have held a swimming pool full of margaritas ... I decided I was going after this woman, right then. I asked her to let me buy her a drink, and she accepted. So, we got two more margaritas. I remembered that 5 was enough to ruin me the previous night, and I'd already had three, so I just sipped mine. She went through hers pretty quickly and I got her another.As we were talking, she told me a little about herself. She was a grade-school teacher, as were her friends. There.