But she was coy about the therapy thing, even though she must have known that I was interested. The look on her face showed how delighted she was, but...she never said anything about it."So how did it go?" I finally asked."It went well," she vaguely replied while she was taking off her shoes."Anything else? Did you tell him about all the stuff we talked about?"She smiled, "You've become so curious about my therapy recently. You never used to care, well, until my breasts got involved." It's not. He looked around to make sure no other man was looking at his girl. His girl, he pondered, his... "So where is your car?," she asked, interrupting his thoughts. "Right there in the front, I made sure I got a good parking spot so we could leave as soon as you got here. There's so much I want to show you, I thought we'd get a head start." "Babe, you have the rest of your life to show me all these things. I'm living with you, remember?" "I just want you to have a good welcoming into Canada.. Heneeded some more cartridges for the OGT. Only two left. And morehormone pills. Well they weren't really hormone pills of course,mere placebos, but he needed to take them to comply outwardly as hehad promised. And the regime once one gone into it was quiteaddictive. One mustn't run out of pills. The very thought made himfeel uneasy. It was the same with the OGT cartridges. Only a coupleof days ago he had awoken in the middle of the night with thesudden awareness that he had forgotten to. I looked around for cameras, but weren’t any. If my target wanted to get in here, this would be the place. It was a giant blind spot with few people around to get suspicious. Three o’clock came and went and there was no sign of him. I checked in with Nigel on the hour, every hour, all while keeping my eye on the resort’s vacant neighboring lot. I took his photo to hotel management, to the shop owners, to the restaurant staff at the crab shack down the beach, all under the false pretense that I.