"Listen, can you help me? I'm lost! I can't find my car! Can you just drive me around till I find it? It's around here somewhere." For a moment I said...nothing and she looked at my big hand on the steering wheel, the muscles in my forearm where my sleeve was rolled up. "Can't," I said. " I will be late to a meeting." I shifted into gear and the car started forward. She grabbed hold of the door. "Please!" The desperation in her voice startled her. "No one will know. I'll pay you. I'm really. I quickly dried my hands on a towelette and rushed back to the bar. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw my beautiful lace clad enchantress was now sitting on the sofa at the table with my purse in her hand.ChrissieThe long spa weekend was everything I had been looking for over the last few weeks, but driving all across Bavaria on slippery, snow-covered side roads, while beautiful to the eye, had taken a lot out of me. So I simply put my suitcase away in my room and went down to the bar to let. Ted had, indeed, unpacked the food, and, once he could tear his eyes off the women, he expressed his delight in what he’d found. There was cold, fried chicken, barbeque ribs, potato salad, Jell-O salad, homemade bread, pickles, olives and cherry pie. He proudly produced a cooler with bottles of wine, and glasses.“I found the silverware, and the plates,” he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “All we’re missing are the napkins.”Both women looked at each other and, at the same time. ”“When should we sail, Sir Charles?” Maynard asked.“Can you make it out of Coruña tonight?”This time, Maynard did not look at his captains.“Yes, Sir Charles. The wind has veered to west, but there’s no telling when it’ll shift back to northwest. We better make that northward dash whilst the wind supports us. Are the Spanish still holding on to Gijón, and do we have any Spanish interpreters to make the contact?”“We have a Spanish-born bosun’s mate, one Juan Garcia. He can come along,” Captain.