..The Van 3: First Timer I was driving home from work on a Friday afternoon when I got the call. I recognized the number immediately, but I sta...ed at it for a moment to be sure. It was Mark and Jean’s phone. I hadn’t communicated with them in over a year, and had deleted their number from my cell, but I still recognized it. ?Juan?? said the voice on the other end. ?It’s Mark T. What are you up to tonight?? ?Uhh?? I hesitated. ?Why do you ask?? He sounded really. When they talk to the locals about southern California and the area around the Colorado River they get told of the several battles in the New Mexico Territory with some not far from the Colorado and Gila rivers. A few of the local farmers mention a lot of good farmland along both of the rivers, but there’s not enough water on the land itself to get a good crop from it. Which is why they’re not over there farming the land. However, what they describe does remind Boone of some of the places he’s. “Those little hotties looking for a sugar daddy are not driving around in Mercedes convertibles. That told me you were a woman of some degree of substance and independence. I was right, too, wasn’t I?”Georgia laughed at the frank admission. “Yeah, you were!” She pushed away her empty bowl of fruit salad. “So, who makes the fruit salad? Or are you a gourmet cook as well?”“Not really. Consuela, my mother’s housekeeper, comes over a couple of times a week to stock the fridge and clean up. I think. I make myself a pot of coffee and start to think about all that I have thought about over night. I have to talk to Amber. I need some answers. I will call her when I get to the office and see if I can set up a time to have coffee with her. I am going to go back to the store and talk to the clerk there again. I want to know more. As I drive down the road I watch people leaving for work. I start to wonder how many people, neighbors and friends are into bondage and just don't tell anyone. People.