Any port in a storm, as the saying goes. I’m very proud of you for having the willpower to resist him.”“Thank you, but really, I couldn’t have...done it without your encouragement. A week ago, I never would have passed on the opportunity. I have a big problem with confidence, as I’m sure you’ve figured out.”“Hey,” Jess said, “give yourself credit. I think you can handle more than you realize.”“Maybe...” Emma said. “Actually, speaking of confidence...” She trailed off.“Go ahead, what is it?” Jess. ‘Len?’ she murmured again, eyes still closed. ‘Yes…?’ I answered, nervous as hell even though she would probably not recognise that deceit. ‘Well then, come here’ she said, and reached out her arms, eyes still closed. As I was sitting on her right, her left arm went to the back of my head again, and her right arm around my back. I leaned toward her and put my right hand to her waist. She pulled me tighter and as I bent my right elbow, it squashed against her left breast. I was worried that she. I took a breath."Yes, its my design," I managed.There was a pause. Then I wondered."How could you tell?" I asked him, now curious why he had asked.He took a step toward me and examined the vest more closely."Well, the stitching isn't good enough for it to be any of the houseshere and the cut is just ever so slightly off so either you don't mindwearing things that weren't made properly or you had to because you'retrying to show it off. The former isn't possible given who is in thishotel right. While looking for the bus station, I saw some men riding big motorcycles. Taking one of their bikes was better than catching a bus because I preferred to keep my helmet on. Their clothes implied they were criminals, but I knew lots of ordinary men bought Harleys and dressed the part. I flew closer and did a quick sight blob search. I stopped bothering after seven knives and four handguns.It worked with F-15s and helicopters so I'd try it with a motorcycle: I flew low enough to locate and pinch.