. but what was the plan? No. Just wait.The patient part of Tim’s psyche won out, forcing him to wait until George could give him more information. B...sides, the only times they really had to talk were the few moments, every day, going to the torture chamber or leaving the torture chamber for his windowless cell in the lab.Yes, patience would be a virtue, but fuck it all! He didn’t like being virtuous this time. Maybe the plan would call for the killing of a few of the interrogators. That brought. “Actually I was flying on my own dime when I met Sam,” I said. Then I added, “All this extra time in Washington is costing the government a lot so I will be able to do a lot more flying,” I said.“What do you mean?” she asked all surprised.“My agreement calls for only sixteen hours or two days a week max - for anything over that the government pays ten thousand an hour plus expenses. You have got me here testifying all week,” I said jokingly.She was all flabbergasted, stuttering and didn’t have. ”“Don’t mention that,” Wheels said, turning pale at just the memory.Charlie laughed. Sam and Wheels were suspiciously touchy about that little adventure although several stories had made the rounds. Neither woman would step foot on the Bloated Shark for love nor money.Stacy asked, “Is that everything you ordered?”“Except for the bracelet.”Holding up her wrist, Charlie said, “I’m wearing it.”“Then let’s close up and head home,” Betsy said cheerfully.Everyone got into the car. Wheels pulled out. Maybe she would consider a new career, her new friend Linda had talked to her about decorating, maybe she would have to try something like that. She was meeting Linda for breakfast and maybe she could give her some ideas.Sara and Linda had spent many hours on the beach together and really got along great. Linda had told her that she was an interior decorator and Sara was full of questions. She had always wanted to try interior decorating but just wasn’t sure how to get started. Linda had given.