“That is nice to know. So what is your price?” Gazza asked.“A rotak a bag,” The Captain promptly replied.Gazza did some quick arithmetic. A ro...ak was five dollars here. Back home, the equivalent value would buy about twenty times that or it would have the value of a hundred bucks. Gazza determined that he would be paying the equivalent of ten dollars a kilo. He was more than happy to pay the local price. “How many bags in a crate and how many crates do you have to sell?” he asked.“Four to a. MOVE!" There was a pause. "Are you moving? Good. No, she can't -- do you have any idea how difficult this is?" Put it on speaker," I told her, and pointed her at a corner.She did so. "Yes I do, Mom," poured from the speaker, "that's why I'm having a hard time believing you! Tina got caught outside a pickup -- they use some kind of field, and you can't get in or out!" I'm going to try to get you after the field is released," I said into the phone. "No promises -- and if I manage, you'll owe me,. "I bet you look even better in a bikini than you do in a mini-skirt."Jeff's look turn a little sly, as Nate starts to blush. The strong man's eyes drop to check out Belle's firm, large breasts. Nate knows he should do something, say something. But he doesn't want to annoy his beautiful wife and she told him she didn't want to see him acting like some possessive jealous husband."Hey do you think I have a bikini under here?" Isabelle asks mocking Jeff's lack of perception. "Hu?" She moves her. I was alone in the house. I reveled in that. I loved my girls, but sometimes I needed time to my self. They always seemed to understand that, and disappeared on cue. I loved them all.In fairness, Becky wasn't the only one that detected my sadness. The others did too, but they didn't know how to deal with it. They thought I was an idiot; they were right. What Becky sensed that the others did not was my anger.Ah, shit, I wasn't going to waste my day alone worrying about things I couldn't change..