.. and I would like you to ask me to Present myself to you before I do that.”Jared looked at the girl squarely as he put the last of his things into...his briefcase then said, “I hope you know that what you are asking is skirting the bounds of BSC protocol just a little bit. The respected and EXPECTED way of doing things like this is to be ASKED to Present your body and to be ASKED by someone to give them relief should they think they need it. Well that’s according to everything I have been told. I should have guessed. I took out an old novel I kept with me--an old Ludlum thriller--for time-killing purposes, but only managed a page before a vaguely familiar waterfall of gold up near the stage drew my attention. Penelope Stanton, her friend, and their escorts were trying to find seats up front, but had to head toward the back of the theater. I shrugged mentally and returned to my book.(For those of you scratching your head, Penelope had a lovely head of hair. In--or out of, for that. I’d been rich. In fact, by most standards I still was. I had the villa and the art collection and the boat and the sports car, once. Being rich doesn’t make you a bad person, though it tends to nudge you in that direction if you’re not careful. Maybe not so much bad as egotistical and paranoid, actually. But the people who bought houses here didn’t do it to start families, to live their lives from start to end. These weren’t even vacation homes, because who the hell vacations in a place where. I got a call from Brita. Her small jet was about thirty minutes out and planned to land at our little airport. Elsa got her handheld radio that covered the frequencies used for aviation, and we started to listen for their tail number when they announced they were on final approach.Like clockwork, about thirty minutes later we heard, Meadows Unicom, this is Learjet Oscar Yankee Juliet Bravo Tango, on ten-mile approach for your runway two. Please acknowledge and report traffic.”Elsa instantly.