He cleared his throat, and she looked up and held out her hand.He walked over, and handed her the pad of paper. She plucked the pen from his shirt poc...et, and chewed on the end while staring at the computer screen. He stood there for several minutes, waiting patiently, until she minimized the screen and slid the keyboard back. She dropped the notepad on the desk and pulled the lid off the pen.?Hmm? let’s see.? She went down each line, crossing them off one by one. When she was done she handed. "Jeff grinned at Tate. "Sheriff, did anyone ever tell you that you were as full of shit as a Christmas turkey?"Tate burst out laughing. "Actually, my wife does quite frequently, and sometimes even more eloquently than you just did."Jeff looked hard at the Sheriff. "If you know that I'm looking for a mining engineer, then you probably know why I'm looking for one, also."Tate put up both hands for a moment. "Easy, Mr. Matthews. Just like I told Deputy Cramer a few minutes ago, I'm not your. She would regularly shop at the most exclusive jewelry stores on the waterfront and charge it to Jack` s credit card. For a while this was amusing to Jack. But Jack` s patience was stretched when a visibly drunk Samantha walked into the pizzeria kitchen, one busy Saturday night, with nothing under her mink coat except a pearl and platinum neck piece. She demanded to be taken to dinner or to be fucked in the office. The staff was amused but Jack had enough. He was running a family restaurant. " Maria paused and gave the crowd a small smile. "I suppose it's not every day that a confession contains a plea that you abandon Earth and go immediately into the heavens!" The crowd found that remark amusing, and it was a few minutes before the laughter subsided enough to go on."He couldn't give me an answer immediately," she continued, "and truthfully, it wouldn't have been reasonable to expect one. He did promise to think about it and get back to us."Our simple request rose to heights.