Kris moved into a spare bedroom for the time he'd work for me.I'd made a list of places to visit Monday morning. I'd get my liquor first so that I wou...dn't forget.I visited with the sheriff for a while letting him know what was going on. I asked him about the taking of nuisance animals on local farms. He said that opossum, rabbit, chipmunk, raccoon, fox and crow were fair game. I asked about deer trying to cherry-pick my seedlings or mature crops. His answer was "If I didn't see it, it didn't. Raat ko hum khana kha kar so gaye, subha papa duty chale gaye main apne room m so raha tha main nind m hi tha to mujhe laga ki koi mujhe touch kar raha hai maine dhire se aankh khol kar dekha to wo joyti thi aur main raat m sirf trouser m sota hon aur kuch bhi nahi pahenta hon wo mere chest ko touch kar rahi thi aur kahe rahi thi kya hairy chest hai!Aur phir usne mujhe awaz lagayi uth jao ashish aur wo mujhe isi tarah uthati rahi thodi der m main aise utha jaise mujhe kuch pata hi nahi hai but. "Did you remember anything?" Um ... not exactly," he said."Not exactly," she said as she showed him to "his" booth."I wrote some things ... and they kind of came out of the blue, so I sort of figure I must have done some of them sometime in my past." I see," she said. "I'll be back," she said, looking through the window into the parking lot.He watched as she went to the door and met Jessica. They put their heads together for what seemed like a long discussion. Then Jessica came straight to his. Yes, I’m somewhat of a flirt, but never acted upon any response I may have gotten from any woman. A flirt, yes, but in most cases. I was always used to being the “flirtee”, rather than the flirter. I’m not bragging when I say I’m good looking and in great shape, and have gotten 1000’s of second looks from interested members of the opposite sex who fantasize over what a few minutes alone with me might be like. Back in the 60’s, Erica Jong wrote in her “Fear of Flying” novel about “zipless.