He had been an engineer at the China Lake Proving Grounds, and was pretty sure that the fog was nothing developed by the US as a weapon. He was leanin... toward the theory, half joking, that the wall of fog was produced by aliens from another solar system. I had to admit that he could be right.We started talking about combining our resources and swapping my pickup for a large RV (Recreational Vehicle). We figured that the RV would use more fuel than the pickup and trailer combination, but less. So I can tell 'em you're denying the whole thing — you are, right? That's what Rabbit told me." Yes, sir," I choked out."Good," he nodded. "But they got no reason to believe me, and somebody's already told 'em your girl's side." Who would do that?" I asked."Somebody you pissed off," he shrugged."But who would they listen to?" I continued."That's a good question," he said. He'd been sort of rocking back and forth in his little swivel chair, and now he stopped and sat up, as if it hadn't occurred. They finished lunch with a nice chilled glass of Chablis.The next 3 or 4 hours were spent discussing terms of the business loan. Laura sat opposite them and often crossed her legs exposing lots of thigh which she noticed they were looking at. Then she would slowly swing a leg back and forward and her high heel shoe would dangle down. A couple of times she went over to them to look at information they had, she made sure she put her hand on their shoulder or touched their arm and leaned in close. I wish I could help.”Maybe she could, maybe she couldn’t. Only one way to find out. Push forward.“What is it that you want from me? From our relationship?”“I told you before. Don’t you remember?”“I want to hear it again and discuss it.”“If I could have anything, anything at all that I wanted, like with three wishes from a genie in a bottle, it would be to marry you, to have your children, and to live happily ever after.”“And you really want that? At fifteen? Do you really know that’s what you.