But not a single one of them, not one out of the forty or so the feds talked to, had bothered to give me a little call and let me know that the SEC an... the FBI were sniffing up my ass. Fuck them. They'd paid me their money and I'd advised them well. Our relationship ended right there.Darla was another matter. The closing down of Stevens Consulting left her without a job. I'd lured her away from a job she'd hated by offering her a handsome salary. This had been in the days before sexual. There was no discernible ogle or lusty expression. The man observed her as if she were a painting or sculpture from a classical Master to be distantly admired or even worshipped. Meeting his eyes, Meg smiled. She received a smile in return, lighting up that narrow face, making it vividly attractive. Called back to the conversation by a tap on her arm, the minutes passed and when she looked around again, the sailor had gone.During the day, while Betty was busy rehearsing, Meg took eager. "Heck, you could tell them you'd been bothered by the urge so much you even thought about doing it with a girl! You wouldn't be lying ... you don't have to tell them you actually DID."Hmmm ... THAT was interesting. I must have been grinning."No, Pete, we did not eat each other. We just used bananas." Not on Andy..." Yeah ... on Andy, and me too." In your butts? Didnt it hurt?" It did a little, at first anyway. Then it felt good. Different, but good." Boy, I wish I could have seen that."Andy. The memory of old Cub Scout campfire ghost stories of the perils of phantom hitchhikers was once again fixed in my mind. I wanted to hold her and kiss her but I was terrified at the thought of what would happen even more."Drop you off at the same place?" If you please."We drove in silence for over five minutes until I could see her corner coming up in the distance."I tried to find out a bit about you ... your sister at my work, but no one will listen to me. Some of the men were just plain.