“I hope La Contessa knows what she is doing.”“Almost never,” Helen replied, taking the pith helmet and sunglasses off the seat. “But that do...sn’t stop me, Ramirez. Just make sure everyone knows what to do.”They nodded to each other again and the jeep left. Helena stood alone in the midst of the grassy savannah. She leaned against a tree and put her hand on her hip, looking left and right as if waiting for a bus. She hummed a bit of AC/DC’s “Ride On” as she took out a cigarette and lit it.About. "Uh, huh. Daddy wants to see that one everyone's talking about." You mean 'Shaving Ryan's Privates'?" That's it."A merry ringing of the doorbell and a familiar "Ho, ho!" interrupted the reverie. Kathy bounded to the front door to welcome Officer Ray."My, my" the good officer admired the beaming blonde's prim business suit and ever-so-modest stockings. "Aren't you something. Did a little bird tell you," he winked, "that your 'secret admirer' has a thing for sexretaries?"Kathy giggled. A bright. .” “No, wait. I like it. 'Str8 scally seeks GBF-' I'm assuming that's Gay Best Friend? '- for friendship only. Must like gaming, nights out and lager.' Wow. Profound. Nights out? Hanging round the Spar? Sounds dreamy.” “Fuck off. Besides, I told you I was busy this afternoon.” She laughed. Another burst of cackling static. “You're meeting him today? Holy shit, are you crazy? I mean, I know it's been a long time, honey, but personals? He sounds a laugh riot.” I gave her a shrug as I moved around. Jacob’s did not mind me hanging around this weekend. I just needed to push my dreams out of my head and try not to make things awkward between us. Slowly making my way down the stairs, I talked myself into being calm. I could do this. I was good at holding things in. I’ve had sex dreams about Stephanie before and I still acted fine around her. Though the dreams about her were not near as vivid as the one I’d had about her father. “Morning,” I smiled as I made my way into the kitchen, where.