I had only spoken to her once before, and that was outside a school as she'd dropped her kids off at first year. That was at least five years ago, and...we’d only exchanged the briefest of pleasantries. I’d seen her before then, and since, on an occasional basis, driving her kids about or sometimes on the beach, or swimming. I’d always thought she was very attractive with long hair, long legs and a wonderfully taut, curvy body. She was somewhat younger than me but I could always fantasise,. I joined them. By the time I got there, and it was not a minute, two different men had sent champagne.“May I join you ladies?” I asked.“Certainly,” Rebecca said. That woman could have made millions doing voice overs on commercials.So, you ask, what did you learn from Rebecca? I learned she had not been programmed by Uncle Bert. (See! He did screw up once in a while. Where was that damn formula when I needed it?) I learned there was another woman besides Mary and Andy in this world who made me. Please continue to talk to me and tell that pretty lady you're with that I will be hoping for the best for her, too." Tell her yourself. Hang on." I held the phone out. "Talk to my dad, Amy."She took the phone and said, "Mister Jones?"She was holding the phone so I could hear, too. "Amy, this is Max Jones. I told Warren and I will tell you. I haven't had a chance to get to know you well but I desire that opportunity. He will do well to hold on to you. You are a pretty lady with a good mind and. “No, I think you were completely in your right mind,” Kara said.“Jacqui played me like a violin!” I protested.“Did she? I think she acted perfectly reasonably and so did you. She decided she wanted you, and did what she needed to do to make it happen. I don’t think she manipulated you, she just acted like a girl who wanted a guy to notice her enough to want to go to bed with her.”I chuckled, “And that doesn’t take much, does it?”“No, it usually doesn’t!” Kara laughed.“And the two of you think.