Good fortune intervened as there stood Bob and Amy refreshing their drinks. I let Rebecca take the lead as her subtlety far exceeds my own. Of course,...I was flabbergasted when Rebecca openly spit out, "So, are we correct in believing that you two participate in swapping, because we do."Bob, who was in the middle of tasting his rum and coke, promptly sprayed it all over the kitchen floor. His action brought on an uncontrolled fit of snorting and chuckling from me. Amy joined in milli-seconds. I did notthink any thing about it as he invited me in. He made a cup of tea forme and explained his predicament.He had inherited his large place with its 3 acres and enough money notto have to work but not enough for proper gardeners, he needed someoneto help both inside and outside. I was instantly put at ease by hisgentle character and we seemed to get on well very quickly. Nick askedme not to call him Nick but Nicky as all his friends did and suggestedbefore I make my mind up to have a look. “We must work on this, of course! It cannot be that husband of Soviet diplomat is playboy with sports car!”“Aren’t you jumping ahead a bit? If that were to happen, it’s years down the road. I could always buy a Mercedes or BMW later. Or are those also decadent? If so, perhaps a Volvo or SAAB would be better?” I teased.“Socialist car is better, of course! A Zil!” she smirked. “But I tease only. You have very nice car. I like!”“Me too! And it will be all mine in a week. I’ll make the last payment. After an hour of dragging my ass across the desert floor in slow motion I set up again. The M-3 was still out there, having deployed its small group of sacrificial victims who were now doing their best to keep hidden behind the APC's armored bulk. Some damn fool popped up out of the top looking like a prairie dog in a helmet. He started yelling orders to the infantry hiding behind him. His head sprayed blood and brains and his body pitched back hard and hung there limply long before the sound.
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