She pulled her Levis up and pulled off her socks.Jenny looked helplessly over at her husband thinking that some miracle might happen and he would brea... free and save her. Nothing was happening.Jenny reached up and unbuttoned the straps holding up the front bib of her overalls. The bib dropped. She unbuttoned the sides and let the garment drop to her waist.At this point, Omar could see that he had struck oil! In spite of her shabby and innocuous costume, this woman was clearly a ten on the looks. It was no different than two wealthy families agreeing to join together through the trade that the matrimony of their young children signified. The words ‘finding a right match’ could also be taken to mean ‘making the right trade’ for the hand of a woman. Trades like these were made a thousand times a day, especially by those who were considered to be by many as the most successful people in the world. And Charlie would do his best to show that he really loved them by catering to their every. ’ ‘I know but I still do not want to go out!’ Jane said quite pointedly. ‘What will you do?’ This particular question caught her off guard. She had expected Gary to protest her desire. She wondered why Gary had said ‘you’ and not ‘we.’ Did he have something or someone else on his mind? It sounded like he was still going to go out which was entirely unlike him. What was up? For as much as she wanted to take him to task she again decided against it. This galled her. Why, she wondered, could she. It was only a blank screen for him to focus on, reviewing scenes from his recent past.This case had been screwed up from its very beginning, he mused. He wasn't surprised that it had turned into a real disaster. It had been a sweltering summer day, the kind of weather you learned to expect in Washington, DC. He'd been sitting at his desk, poking with unwilling fingers at the keyboard of an antique word processor in an effort to make out an intelligible report on the case he'd just concluded,.