”Of course, most of the things that I had to do were a bit superficial. I did figure out exactly where we were and updated my fuel and water logs. I... was a good twenty minutes later when my uninvited guest popped her head up.“Doug. If you are not too busy, my father would like to have a word with you. Do you mind?” She handed the cell to me and ducked back down below.“Hello.” A quite clever opening, I thought.“Mister Martin, my name is Franklin Graves. I am of course Skye’s father. My daughter. However, you at the same time enjoy considering yourself to be his loving mistress. The two roles seem to be mutually exclusive but, obviously, are not. I don’t know if you actually need to verbally spell it out – he said earlier that he understood the situation. It may be that one of these days you will have to tell him the real situation.’ ‘That idea had crossed my mind. In a lot of ways it would make things easier, but I don’t know that I could ever do that. We really would have to talk. She wrote her number inside a doodled heart. "Call me, I'll make it worth your while." As we continued to the car we hearda shout. "Hey wait!" We turned to see Michael running up the path to us. "Lucy has a cold!" he said panting for breath. "Huh?" Ben and I both uttered. "That stunning lady sniffed the air as you helped her up! She must've smelled...something. Lucy has a headcold, she can't smell because her nose is stuffed so much! Quickly come back to my office!" he said with a grin. We. There is no one I’d rather have children with.” We kissed and held our naked bodies together in bed. It was a hot night in Alexandria, Minnesota. I was thankful we had air conditioning and didn’t need to open a window to the incessant mosquitoes—jokingly called Minnesota’s State Bird. I’d landed a role in Plaza Suite in the summer stock Theatre l’Homme Dieu. I felt very thankful that I’d been asked back for a second season at The Guthrie in the fall.“Do you? I think that would be so lovely. I.