She gave me an impish grin; it resembled a little girl's smile on Christmas morning."What? What is it?" I couldn't help but smirk at her expression."Y...u're going to spoil me rotten," Kathy said. "All these wonderful things you have done for me; and now a surprise trip... How will you ever manage it, and have any money left?"I grinned at her. "I never have any money left! Just joking... I just..." There was a slight pause on my part; I needed to find the right thing to say. "I just want you to. The next to draw the marksman’s attention was the soldier hiding behind the box by the radio. He was screaming for a medic as the supersonic crack of the bullet reverberates around the valley. A second later he was silent from a second round. By now some of the more experienced soldiers had figured out where the bullets were coming from and started to spray the hill with fire from their assault rifles. As the firing started from the camp below the sniper slowly moved back the way he had come on. During the meal, I asked Mary if she was wearing tights or suspenders. She looked almost offended but confirmed she was wearing suspenders. Feeling adventurous, I slowly pulled up her dress to check she was telling the truth (she was). I could, of course, have received a slap in the face or a sharp word from her husband, but somehow I was pretty confident that I wouldn't! The atmosphere, after that, was pretty loaded, and the talk became slightly risqué without any suggestions being made about. This would tell me how much he had been paying attention to details.I called Bob of Bob's construction and began asking questions, "I wanted ball park figures for building a guard shack. Could they be built prefab and delivered on a truck? How far from the gym was he? Could he give me an educated guess for an office structure, say 40x40?"I had no sooner finished with Bob when Jenny called back with the statistics that I had asked for. She had sent them in an email, but she read them to me.