“Though, it would be nice to find someone to help me out.” Her eyes were alluring. My mind was a wreck! I needed to go! But my legs didn’t seem ...o be listening. There was a knot forming in my stomach. I wanted to see how far she was willing to go with this charade. “I’m sure you would have no problem finding someone to help you out with your, um, problem,” I stammered again. “Really?” she mused with a seduction in her soft voice. “Know anyone up at this hour that can help?” I swallowed hard.. A pretty little girl skipped through the door. Then Big John filled the doorway—literally. She sucked in air with a quiet gasp. Could she stand up and greet him, or would her knees give way?Look at him! Tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist, decked out in Western gear. Peggy said he was brutishly handsome. He's that, that's for sure. Be calm. Don't make a fool of yourself.Then Danielle's eyes flickered to the little girl. She wore Western clothes, too, blue jeans and cowboy boots, a belt with a. "Good luck son, give me a call and I might be able to pick you up on the way home." Sure dad," I said and waved him goodbye. I walked up to the front door and pressed the bell, hoping Mrs Maddison would be the one opening the door. The door opened, but it was Andy. "Hi Jimbo, how they hanging?" he said in the old school greeting."Darn low, Andy, very low," I replied."Come on in."He showed me into the living room where sitting on the lounge was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen – blue eyes,. "South African, actually," I told her. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Most black people have no love for South Africans, even with the changes that have taken place in the last few years. "My grandfather was South African," I continued. "My grandmother was an American, the daughter of a diplomat. My grandfather died in World War II, fighting the Nazis. My grandmother returned to the States with her children after the war. I don't think she ever went back." Is that why you are interested in.