Wilson had the big BJ burger. In other words Wilson and I were not trying to stretch our lives by eating garden trimmings."So Mel, do you have any sol...d plans?" I asked."No, I had to get away. So I thought I would come here to start over. At least here I know someone," she said picking her words carefully."Okay hon, I'm going to be blunt. How are you fixed for money?" I asked.She looked at Wilson when she said, "On my last job I didn't have many living expenses, so I save a lot of money. I have. He knelt down next to the window and rested his chin on his hand against the sill. Closing his eyes, Sandy drifted into a deep doze. The next thing he knew a voice behind him woke him up. “What the hell are you doing?” His sister, Diane, had dropped by and, as was her habit, let herself into the house. Sandy hadn’t heard her call from the front door and she had discovered him naked.He half twisted toward her voice his nudity on the top of his awareness, but deciding to ignore it, knowing his. He treated them with courtesy, and kindness, and it had paid off with ALL of them, in time. Most had stayed with him until EXTREMELY lucrative offers had been made, which he had encouraged them to accept. He encouraged EACH of them, as he had heard a DJ say, "Reach for the stars, and keep both feet on the ground."He was seeing a woman that was not only beautiful, and charming, but wildly exotic. He had known many First Nation people over the years, and not a few that were extremely comely, but. I entered the lobby and looked around. No Marylou. I went up to the desk and asked for Mrs. Flowers' room. "Hmm, sir, we don't give out that information," the clerk said. "It's okay, I said, "I'm Mr. Flowers." I hoisted my ID in front of him and he relented. "That'd be room 612, sir. Shall I announce you?" "No, I want to surprise her," I said. I realized that I hadn't a clue as to what I wanted to do. I was just interested in seeing if she was playing it straight or not. I thought about.