The sign at the edge of the road was only partially visible, the wood was gray, the letters were faded and the words were less than poignant. "Lake Si...e Cabins." He pulled to a stop in front of a humble cabin with the word "Office" on the door. He was concerned that he saw no other buildings and wondered if the place were abandoned. As he turned off his car an elderly gentleman greeted him with a smile, "Evening." "Good evening to you," was all he could think of for a response. "Need a place. ” he said aloud. “You must be so proud of your great body. It’s beautiful, your face, your hair your tits and great legs. You have an ass to die for. You’re perfect!” he said putting his drink down and flashing his 1,000 watt smile.Jo-Ann was sitting on the couch across the room from him, laying back with her legs splayed and toes barely touching the plush carpet. She was feeling warm and light-headed from the rum and the joint. But, she was also glowing with pride as her man showered her. That didn’t help when she was honorably married to Gerald. Could he somehow reach out and try to win her? He promised not to interfere in her life, certainly not her marriage as long as she was committed to her husband. Despite what Gerald was doing she was committed. For that matter, she had no idea what Gerald was doing. He could not even try to influence her decision about this mess. If she felt he was selfishly trying to break up her marriage he would be gone so fast he’d cause a sonic. "At least she has a sense of humor," Bill thought to himself."Mom showed me how to record the news on the short wave," Mary said. The statement sounded odd because it started out flat sounding and ended softly.Bill looked at the young girl and noticed something strange about her too. Her demeanor was odd. Mary was sitting on one of the high bar stools that Susan had insisted on and she was framed by the soft spray of water behind her. What was odd about it was the way she was sitting and.