Now Phyl, let’s go to our room.’ He wasn’t the least bit polite or sincere and it was obvious that he had probably had more than two beers with ...is barbeque. I recognized the sauce stain on his shirt. Phyllis replied with the same tone of voice that he used, ‘Give me my key and I will be up in a minute when I have finished my coffee.’ He glared at her and then at me but he dropped a key on the table and turned towards the door. Phyllis looked embarrassed and down at the napkin in front of her.. He was leaning up against a pole smoking a cigarette, as if he was waiting for someone. Anita began to walk toward him and the closer she got the more excited and turned on she became. “God please don’t let this gorgeous man be my uncle.” She thought to herself as she walked passed him, Anita noticed that he was checking her out as well. She could tell that he wanted to approach her, so she sat on a bench directly in front of him, she wanted him to get a good look at her lovely body. She sat. He figured Gina would be thirty-two. He crowed to the sky, ‘I’m going to fuck an old woman!’ * * * Gina worked at bottling apricots, something she’d done with her maternal grandmother and mother and continued doing it although buying a big can was probably cheaper and eliminated her labor but it just wasn’t the same, not matter if the canned product had been packed when the fruit was beautifully ripe, which wasn’t often. Plums would be her next target and then she’d process berries and freeze. " Is that it?" Yes, he's moonlighting for a local detective agency as we'd surmised. But they aren't really interested in what you do or where you go, unless it's to the train station." The station?" Yeah, you know those things that run on rails." Yeah that's how I got up here, no point in bringing the car." Well, the interesting bit is, if you do go to the station he's to watch what train you get onto. If it's a train going north, he can knock off and go home. If you get on a train going south.