"Mark chuckled lewdly. "I see you're still hungry, my dear. Let me rest a few minutes, and then we'll see if I can satisfy you for a little while long...r." It's good to have you with us again, Mrs. Alvaro," the obsequious hunch-back servant said, his knobby back still to them. "We always have so much fun together. When does your husband arrive ?" Day after tomorrow. And he'll bring along that handsome man, Neal Court. I hope by that time, we'll have transformed his pretty little innocent wife. I ended up in front of a large gray church. The sign said, "St. John the Baptist". I hadn't even been in a church since a service for my mother twenty years ago. She had died of cancer when I was twenty five. It was tough on the family, especially my father who never really got over it and only hung on for another five years. I knew my three sisters still attended regularly. I hadn't thought of them much either – they'd be looking for me this year too as part of the Ryan family dinner and. Now that he knew the scam, Beau was anxious to join the game.It was getting toward supper time and men were dropping out of the game to find something to eat. However, the pro did not leave the table. Instead, he waved the swamper over to have him go after some sandwiches and a glass of beer, which the pro would eat while he played.This change of players was Beau's chance to move in, and he did. Beau didn't plan to stay long with the game. He planned to be there only long enough to establish. Sheseemed to come to a decision, "Fred, there's something else. She may haveto stop coming over to your house." Now I was paying attention. "Why?" I asked, "Is there a problem? What's wrong?" Don't take my fun away! She turned red and looked away. She stood up and took the mugs to thesink, "Beth has been, um, well, she takes her clothes off at random times.When I explain to her she has to leave them on, she says she's hot!" Shehad a pleading look in her eye. "Fred, I can't put you.