Now I wasn’t much better then my own father. ——————————————- I was in prison for five years. For the first year, I lay ...round and felt sorry for myself. One day one of these groups that wanted to help prisoners came in. This guy talked to me and told me that he read my file and knew I had a pretty rough life. He told me I was still young enough to change and lead a better life. I would be out in five years and I could either waste these years and probably be back in, or do something about it. "Bombay, Tanqueray, Hendricks?" she asked. "Gordon's or Beefeaters will be fine, thanks," I smiled back at her. "Besides, it's the tonic that really matters. Schweppes, Canada Dry?" My eyes dropped down her torso as she turned away to pick out the Beefeaters from the shelf behind the bar, watching as her tight leggings stretched over her shapely bottom with no pantylines in sight. She glanced over her shoulder, saw me admiring her rear and smiled again. "Anything you'd like to nibble on this. That's all"Betty had to come up with an explanation quick before Midge guessed something else."Well, if you must know. I'm skinny dipping. It's kinda embarrassing being caught, that's all," Betty responded."Skinny dipping!" The dark-haired girl said gleefully. "Really! How's it feel?"Surprised, but pleased at Midge's reaction."It feels great," she responded. "You feel the heat of the Sun, the breeze and even the water is more refreshing. Why don't you join me?" Well, I did bring my bathing suit. I have to have backup, in case something goes wrong. Trust me, honey." I touched her cheek gently, trying to convince her. She smiled, rubbing her cheek against my hand."He doesn't need anyone but me," she said in a quiet, distracted voice, as if talking to herself. "But he doesn't know that. It is what the FBI would do. It is consistent." She seemed to come out of her funk. "Ok. But we have to go now. She will have to join us there. And she can't know what it is about. We are running out of.