He tried to remember how proper and… well, nicely she used to act. Was this a result of his influence, or was it always lurking inside Laurel, just ...aiting to come out? ‘Well, what the hell are you waiting for?’ she demanded, eyes narrowing. ‘It’s a limited time offer, Alan.’ He looked at her in they eyes an instant longer. Then grabbing her by the shoulders, he threw her down onto the couch. She grinned at him as he reached down and dragged off his boxers, kicking them to the side, and then. ’ ‘Fine,’ he looked at his watch, ’11:30 then. She knows you simply as ‘Mister Y.’ There’s a security man out front. What will you be wearing?’ ‘Well, a… I don’t…’ My choice, eh? OK, I’m going to be comfortable. ‘A dark sea-gray Pendleton shirt, solid, not a plaid.’ I had just purchased it a few days before and enjoyed its comfortable feeling. This fellow was thinking like a machine gun. I guessed I had better ramp myself up to some serious planning and thinking on my own. This was getting. “Gwen, get ready to open the doors on my signal,” I told her, but she was as much in shock at their appearance as the two CIA men were.“GWEN!” I shouted again.“What?” she finally managed to ask, coming out of her shock.“Get ready to open the doors on my signal,” I told her again. The leader of the Grroz was checking those with him in the meantime.“We are ready,” It said in my mind.“NOW!” I shouted to Gwen, and we opened both of the French doors to the porch all of the way. The Grroz poured out. After several minutes it was obvious I was goingto get no more on that trip, so I went back down the steps and onto theboat where I stood in the stern and started the engine. Stepping forward,I cast off the two lines before coming back to throw the clutch and startthe crossing. As I approached the cross bench where the two women weresitting, I detected a strong and very feminine perfume - obviously wornby one or both of them.I took my usual place alongside the tiller and opened the.