When she was gone, Kevin wearily lowered himself into his favorite easy chair, elated yet more depressed than he had been since this whole mess starte.... *** Kevin and Karen Carter found the Giuliani’s house by following the hushed murmuring of conversation. The expensive row house was nestled in a quiet neighborhood just north of Dupont Circle in the city. They had to park several blocks away, but that was okay. The night was warm and peaceful and they got to critique the houses as they walked. His black eyes sparkled with appreciation and pleasure when he saw her. Lola did not think herself beautiful. But, Sal did! He nonchalantly gestured to the street. “Our taxi is here. Shall we?” With his arm at her elbow he guided her down the wooden staircase and out the beveled glassed door. Only then did she get a glimpse of their taxi. A gleaming white limousine was parked curbside with the chauffeur standing beside the passenger door. “Good evening, Miss. You look lovely as usual.” He. " I finally was able to settle down.The men convinced the women to join them in a card game in the salon, requesting a platter of sandwiches from me, plus beer and soft drinks. To my chagrin they fired up ugly old stogies that soon filled the salon with cigar smoke and a really bad smell. However these were men used to having their own way.I spent most of my time at the pilot station but popped into the salon every 15 minutes or so to see if they needed anything. The men changed to harder. My erotic reverie was shattered by the chilling shock of ice cubes and lemonade dumped down my shirt front."Just a girl, huh!"With a shriek, I bolted out of the deck chair, ice cubes falling out of my clothes and clattering on the deck. Momentarily frozen immobile, I stood there, bent over, arms away from my sides, just shivering from the icy shock. Peals of her laughter pulled my head around to watch Jean, empty glass in hand, holding her side in mirth."Oh, Billy, you look like a drowned.