"With the same grace he'd demonstrated in the parking lot, Bobby rosefrom his chair.There was, to use a clich?, an audible gasp in the room. At least ... fewwomen said "no" in disbelief. Then...applause...a standing ovation, infact.Bobby never did get a chance to speak. He was immediately surrounded bydozens of women. He was peppered with questions about his clothes,undergarments included. Each answer, given in a feminine voice, broughta new round of giggles. Although shy and reluctant to go into. “I would think, you would be happy about that,” I said.“But what am I going to do with the surplus money?” He asked.“Take on some other project,” I suggested. “You could always take Mary Beth someplace nice to observe the Cranes when they move on again.”“I couldn’t do that,” he said seriously.“It was a joke, find another bird that needs saving,” I suggested.“Mary Beth wants to buy your land first thing,” he said. “There is more than enough money for that now.”Why don’t you wait to see if the. .. I have been listening and watching you from when you visited Miss Day in California and your style ... first came to the masses. I’m exceptionally proud of you and your young people. I do what I do to be self-satisfied. It appears we are kindred spirits. I plan to be at your event tomorrow night. Good job, young man.”He put out his hand to be shook. I wondered how he might react to one of my hugs, so I shook his hand and said, “Thank you, very much.”He left with his group of young employees. ’ She tugged at the cord about her neck and allowed the robe drop to the floor. Jack could see her beautiful, naked body framed by the pale light. He whispered to her, ‘I’ll lock the door.’ He then unbuckled his belt and laid it and his revolver on a chair. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head. He turned and realized she was gone. Confused, he then heard her voice call out from the darkness, ‘Jack.’ He moved into the deeper shadows and saw her arms rising from the bed to embrace.