Jim would never know of the purchases, as he had never once, since she had known him, actually look at his bank statements. Most of them ended up in t...e bin un-opened. Only if Helen got to the mail first were they opened.But he had noticed nothing, even though the barn was not cheap. He could afford it, and not miss the money.Now, it was a matter of choosing the right time to exact her revenge on the unsuspecting Becca. This came a couple of months later, when Jim was genuinely away on. ”Marilyn blushed and batted her eyelashes at the old coot. He was licking his lips and eyeing the hot tart. She was deciding on what she would say. She also made sure to stand quite straight and push her big cannons out. She was quite blessed in the breast department.“Let me go inside and change into my bathing suit. Should I meet you in your backyard? The teen asked boldly.”“I’ll be waiting with bells on. Hurry now and get changed.”The hot tart went inside to her house. Marvin ran to his house. She chose the Raisin Bran, which I delivered to her along with a bowl, spoon and the milk. She smiled at me before pouring cereal from the box. It was a weak, thank you smile, not a friendly THANK YOU smile. She didn’t mention the telephone conversation, not that I expected her to explain that she’d obviously been talking to her children, and then her mother. I stood at the counter, and she sat at the table. When the water boiled, I measured the right amount of coffee into a cup, and poured. I was working on getting a special contract with Batista himself. The men working for me were trying to find out what I needed to know. When I found too many indications of Soviet involvement, I had to see if I could find a way to keep the Russians out. The bad part was that the powerful countries of the world did not want a weak ruler. They needed someone they could deal with and who would be in power next year and the year after. Castro could still be that man, or the one supporting a strong.