Finally I mumbled, "I haven't even got a girlfriend."Mom smiled and patted my hand again. "I'm sure that there are lots of girls who would be delighte... to date such a handsome young man if you weren't just too shy to ask them," she said."Yes, but that's not exactly the idea," Dad said. "How can you be sure that any girl that you might date is absolutely certain to be unexposed to AIDS?" I guess you really couldn't know for sure," I muttered, feeling very awkward in this weird conversation."So,. Anyway... you readers will be happy to hear, I finally found another job.Am I working at another TV Station as an on-the-air Reporter, making the big bucks again? Well, not exactly.I guess I probably should tell you how my present job came my way.I'm down at the Rescue Mission with the other less fortunate folks having a nice meal, when the good Reverend comes charging in."Is there anyone here, that has any experience as a Reporter?" he asked, hopefully."Here, Sir," I quickly replied. (I hate. Everything else just takes a backseat to it and becomes a minor inconvenience.Even the "assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder and intent to do great bodily harm," charges that are hanging over my head right now pale in comparison to the fact that right now Ally is smiling at me and she loves me.Those charges are something else that we're sharing right now. Ally also faces kidnapping and wrongful imprisonment charges too. That's my girl.Across the room, Tammy-Joe Dichslukker just glares. Both sides were well aware that the rented ships were a total and uninsured loss, a loss born by Anne's father, by his estate, except for the considerable cost of the armament and ammunition.Anne figured that the gold guineas and other money now in Mr. Maguire's safe would be plenty to meet her needs and some of her wants for several years, perhaps a decade. There were handshakes all around and a promise that a signed and sealed paper would be delivered to Queenstown within a week if all went.