They would have the drivers lie about things, especially criminal records and d**g use. There seemed to be one recruiter, in particular, that was brin...ing in most of the bad seed.Stacy looked like a hot 30 something soccer Mom, long reddish hair, curly and wild looking, usually pulled back in a ponytail. She was fun to look at, bright white smile, flirty eyes, always wore glasses. She rocked the librarian look, and she was as sharp as a tack. She always wore sun dresses in the summer, and had. The sisters also told me that they had both moved out of their parents' house before the start of the school year so that they could share an apartment together closer to campus."So how about you, Devon?" Asha asked. "What brings you all the way to New Zealand?" Well," I said, "I've always wanted to try living abroad. I've lived in the same town my entire life and I've never traveled as much as I'd like to. I saw this as an opportunity for an adventure, so I took it." Good on you," said. When I got there, I saw John’s green sedan and drove over to it. He got out and walked over to my truck and got in. Hey Dave how’s it going. Good, I said, how about you. Super, he replied. On the drive back home we made small talk. Did your wife make it to her mother’s ok? he asked. Yep she called me when she got there, I told him. Where did you tell your wife you were going? Actually she had a company function tonight I think someone is retiring or something. Said she’d probably be back around. I looked across the table at Becky who was staring at the table with what might have been shock or bewilderment. ‘I… I can’t get over this David’ Becky said. This is… is..’ Her eyes began to fill up again. ‘Getting cold?’ I offered with a smile. Becky nodded with a smile and while Erik Satie’s ‘Gymnopedies’ played softly in the background, we dug in. As for the actual dinner, I give it a B, maybe a B plus, although Becky claimed it to be the best meal she had eaten in years. The shrimp cocktail.