No I.D., but didn’t look like street people?’ ‘Yeah … I recall somethin’ about it,’ the man answered, still sounding cautious. ‘I gotta ...ame for him now and it’s big. I need to talk to you before the shit hits the fan. Your people are going to want him bad. He’s a whistle-blower on a big-time scam. I don’t want the poor bastard trampled by the powers that be, you get me?’ ‘OK. Let’s meet somewhere and you can spell it all out. Then, maybe … maybe I can help,’ the agent said with emphasis on the. But you look good." What happened to America?" I asked."Long story," she said, her face darkening just a little, the eyes becoming more hooded.Trying to untangle my meshing thoughts I said, indicating the café at the back of the beach, "Should we have a coffee?" Just let me get dressed," she said, reaching for a pair of jeans that lay on her towel."I'll go and order. Latte, isn't it?"Her smile was as welcome as the cooling breeze, "You remember!" Well, it was only fourteen years ago.". It was awkward approaching him. For even though he was heavily muscled and must have outweighed me by a good hundred pounds or more, I was taller than him on my platform heels.“Turn around, meri rani,” he said, calling me ‘my queen’.I turned around so that I was facing Father and Mother with my back to him. He put his hands on my hips, holding them so tightly that I felt his fingers through my sari and petticoat, tracing the lines of my panties.“A good set of hips, she’ll have no trouble. Good luck, Angie. Now if you’ll excuse us I have plans for this handsome gentleman.”I said, “I see. It was nice to see you both.” I hurried back to our table before I said something that shouldn’t be said.I stared at them throughout our meal. I watched as Ellen wooed and seduced my man. My man? He’s not my man anymore. I threw him away ... for what? I’ve learned that over the past couple of months that things may not be exactly what I was led to believe. Jim is a good lover. Although he makes.