" You can't just go buy a car, simply because you're doing this," she complained."Why not? I can always sell it when this is all over." Men!" she said... darkly, and stomped past him to leave the bedroom.Bob followed and wandered around the house, looking at things. He'd been there lots of times, but never under these kind of circumstances. He had no idea what it was going to be like, but he wanted to be prepared. He found Raleigh in the den, leaned toward the screen of their computer."Hey," he. " Vinny slid a manila envelope across the table. I reached in and drew out an 8 x 10 glossy of a sapphire cat statue with ruby eyes. "Looks easy enough. Where is it?"Vinny sighed. "That's where it gets complicated, Jane. It's in a small Central American country of El Zanzibar."I purse my lips sourly. "The same El Zanzibar that is currently going through a coup and civil war... I know I'm not gonna like the answer but... where is it?" In the old dictator's palace." Get in before the rebels raze. He stood there for a second,then, heart hammering, pushed open the door marked "Ladies".Empty. But of course it was empty at 1 in the morning. He hadspecifically selected this time slot for that purpose. He walked in anddropped the duffel bag on the counter and stepped back to examinehimself. He looked like any ordinary 24 year old. Perhaps a bit on theskinny side, his face masculine, but just enough to avoid being calledandrogynous. The loose green t-shirt and jeans made him look skinnier.That. The attention my upscale appearance garnered ensured I wasn’t a past tense woman. I wanted men to notice my eyes, hair, neck nape, legs, clothes, and breasts, walking by, entering a building, getting in or out of a car, I wanted visual attention, the opposite of when I was young. I smiled thinking about my Pee Che folder hiding once upon a time. Now I was the crudely referred to, attention whore. It was fun to flirt as a 40-year old woman but only if men flirted back. I made sure they did.With.