"Yeah, right." I mumbled, putting my glasses back on and returning to my comic book, pretending to be offended.Amusement followed, laughter so rich, r...minding me of warm honey. It’s indoors, Rach. There’ll be a pool, but you don’t have to go anywhere near it. Volley ball, a giant sandbox, a tiki bar. Pretty much everything except an ocean. Come one, it’ll give you a chance to show off your bikini."I didn’t bother looking up this time, sighing inwardly as I turned the page. She wouldn’t have. 'You wanna make some extra money?'She shook her head and continued looking straight ahead.'You sure?'She nodded.I stopped and turned the other way.I tooked a few steps in the other direction, but changed my mind. I turned round and looked back at her. Young girl, walking by herself late at night. Isn't that how all good ****s start? I decided to follow her, perhaps walk next to her and chat. Who knows what might happen if she turned off the lighted streets and into a dark alley? I certainly. ’ ‘Sir, Boeing offers a total service to its clients and likely future clients – from hand-shaking expertise to guarantees on aircraft to be delivered to them plus sweeteners in place for eventual replacements. You, Sir, produce aircraft they don’t so they have to regrettably turn away clients wanting jet run-abouts. The solution for Boeing: establish a Workhorse Jet sales division. Okay, we lose some of the cream off the top available from direct sales but let’s not forget, first and foremost. And besides, with the right clothes and make-up you know I can look almost 18 or a bit younger." You don't have to tell me how good you can look or how young." Sam grinned then frowned, "I'm not sure it's such a good idea though, Tom might feel a bit restricted with his mother hovering all the time." I would not hover!" I protested, "At least he'd get to go to the party and have a dancing partner for the night." Alright, alright Sara," Sam gave way reluctantly, "have it your way. Put the idea.