"Hope you didn't mindme interfering?" Um, no, thanks," I mumbled.She didn't say anything else for a while, then she leant closer to me."Are you travel...ing a long way by yourself?" she asked, but didn't waitfor a reply. "Because the nearer you sit to the driver, the less you'relikely to be bothered by men like that one."I thanked her, worried again that my voice might give me away, but shedidn't seem to notice anything odd. I stared out the window solidly forthe next hour until we got to where I. They had been together for a few months and things had been good, very good -- she was pretty, smart, and they made each other laugh. Furthermore, she was physically his type; a petite five footer, slim with small breasts, with a gorgeous smile. But now he was confused. And hurt.Thu set the food on the table. He mumbled thanks then ate in silence. A day ago, she had just told him that she was thinking about getting back with her ex-lover. So what the hell was he doing over there? Why had she. Before either of them could reply, I added, "Now, I think that it's time I took my leave so that you two can talk things over. As you chat, understand that I will likely agree to anything that you want to do. Also, know that if this is the first and last time, I'm happy to have spent it with both of you. One last thing, I will not participate with one of you alone. It will always have to be both of you together."They both shook their heads in agreement as I slipped past George and hopped. The most identifiable landmark is the Town Square. It consists of a large city park that splits Main Street in the heart of downtown Brownwood. It is surrounded by a multitude of businesses including the First Bank of Brownwood, the Hawthorne Hotel on the north side and City Hall and the Johnson County Courthouse on the south. One of the more colorful examples of local folklore revolves around the term, Johnson County Princess, or JCP. Multiple generations ago, a family with five daughters.