Our trailers took up some room but we didn't have to worry about traffic. We were it! We were headed out when Margie came on the radio calling for Jan.... "Jane, we have at least two cars coming from behind us fast."I could see a large parking lot up ahead at a shopping center and pointed. Jane said, "Everyone, pull into the parking lot and circle around. Stay low. Until we know who is chasing us and why, we will be cautious." We pulled into the parking lot and "circled the wagons" in case there. “Well, either this is the local hospital, or the local jail has a really great medical plan!”“Jail?”“Maybe the Bahamas have coed jails! We could be cell mates!”“We’re going to jail?” Marilyn looked scared.I shrugged. I looked over at the cop who had brought me in, and was still standing in front of the door, blocking any escape. “Do the Bahamas have coed jails?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but he smiled. I leaned over and whispered in Marilyn’s ear, “If this is a jail, it’s a hell of a lot nicer. (He noticed that "my redness" has disappeared.)Me: Yeah, I know. I can feel that I'm back to being a weak human.He walked toward me and leaned closer.Jason: A sexy human. (I felt myself blush. But I brushed it off because I suddenly thought of Peter. I shouldn't be flirting with Jason.)I inched away from him. But he was walking toward me again. He was staring at the wet lace of my black bra. Closer. I stopped. He leaned forward to kiss me.We kissed passionately. I like this guy. He slid his. She was a gentle, sympathetic woman but full of fun and laughter. He enjoyed her quick wit and her ability to talk easily and knowledgeably about a wide range of subjects.After his divorce Arthur had naturally become wary of women. The last thing he wanted was to be drawn into another unpleasant relationship. His mother had been a rock but then one rather expected that and she was different from other women. He had been deeply touched by Isobel's gentle concern for him in addition to her first.