Holcombe Estates was the only real planned neighborhood in Spencer. There had been a very slow trickle of big money moving into town and they all woun... up here. People who wanted to escape or fall off the face of the earth were the only ones that liked Spencer. West Virginia was more than just back-country, it was the far far beyond. Sometimes Spencer would get Church outreach ministries who would came to help those left in the void after the coal mines closed. They liked to stay in Spencer.. If you stay, you pay me. If not, I'll take you somewhere else. No meter." You that confident we'll stay?" Fowler asked. "I've got very high standards." Are the girls that good?" Terry asked."The finest in Prague," the taxi driver laughed."Then what are we waiting for," Miller said. "Mush mush mush."The journey took a little longer than Fowler expected as the driver took them out of the city centre and into an anonymous looking industrial quarter. The building he pulled up outside was just. "Hold your arms up and spread your legs two feet. I want to check for tanning lines."His face was almost on my skin when he gave me the once over. He pulled down the thong some to check for tanning lines. But I had been careful. I had turned every few minutes and I had tanned evenly all over. I had taken the bus and walked to the beach every day. This way I could practise walking the high heeled shoes and get a tan. I studied at the beach so I could make full use of the sun time. On the nude. That just isn't done, suh."Howard realized there wasn't much else he could do. Once he failed toreturn to the retirement home, he was reasonably certain someone wouldcall the police... eventually. It was times like this that pointed outjust how much he missed his late wife. They would have still been livingin their own house if she hadn't had the stroke and passed away theprevious year. The people at the retirement home were relatively nice,but none of them were his wife. Once someone finally.