Yes?"Both nodded slowly to acknowledge."Hailey mentioned it already, but when we were all together last night, you obviously noticed the scars I have ...ver my breast, shoulders, and back?"Again, both nodded slowly."Those are all souvenirs that Bobby and I picked up during our last mission. The SEALs came in and bailed us out."It was well said. Sandy looked between the two girls who had turned a very Goth shade of white. Their eyes told the whole story."Bobby, you said they were 'war wounds',". Slowly, I traced my hand upwards, feeling her waist, and how it dipped in the middle. I circled her naval and then, unable to resist in one smooth motion, I shucked off her dress. There before me stood a woman of forty, in the throes of pleasure, writhing for more. There before me in a white lace bra (that hid mouth-watering nipples, large and puffy behind their net) was five-feet-eight-inches of creamy spa-kept skin; and an experienced rosebud, fully waxed sans underwear, just as I liked it. I. “What’s your name?” I asked.“Phil,” he said.“By doing what we’re doing here. Asking questions. Giving answers. And those answers yield more questions, which yield more answers.”“So kind of like Socrates?” he asked.“Exactly like Socrates! Though I’m not going to call him, Plato, and Aristotle ‘morons’,” I chuckled.“The Princess Bride!” Len laughed.“Exactly. Vizzini was outsmarted because he didn’t consider ALL the possibilities. That’s part of what we’re here to talk about. How to think ‘outside. He didn’t know she was Elizabeth Nettleton, or that, upon marriage, she would receive her portion of a trust fund that would make them wealthy beyond almost anyone’s wildest dreams. He didn’t know because Ramona didn’t want the money. She wanted a normal life, free from her past. The irony of having to live next to the one place on earth she never wanted to see again was almost palpable, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t want him to know. And when she was summoned one last time to her.