Not a word passed between Jenny and I for the first long minute; she seemed lost in thought. I broke the silence."This is such a great car," I said. "...our parents must be really cool to get it for you."Jenny sort of curled her pretty lip. "My parents are divorced. I live with my mom. My dad's a big jerk. I made him buy this for me." Well, he can't be that big of a jerk if he bought you such a fine automobile," I said, taking a position in which I did not really believe."Well, he is. Of course,. Then he flicked it, gently wrapping it around his wife’s lovely, naked waist. Flicking it again, the coils loosened their grip on all that sexy female flesh and dropped down to the ground.Tanya reached up and grabbed the bars over the torture rack. She looked over her shoulder at her loving husband holding the bullwhip and blew him a kiss. Frank swung the whip over his head once and cracked it against her ribs.Tanya cried out, and swayed wildly, but she didn’t lose her grip on the overhead. Crockett said, ‘Hell, yeah,’ and started to get up, but she dropped her shirt again and bent over to pick up the mistletoe. She said, ‘I’m gonna put this all the way around the camp. Just to make sure I get mine, too.’ She giggled, and Jericho shook his head at her. We all laughed at her, but she put the mistletoe out anyway. Jericho got the fire going again with the brush he’d brought back, and by the time it started to get dark we had a bunch of logs burning. We cooked beans in a can and. “I’m Jessica Ferraro, Mr. Henderson. I’m with the FBI.” She actually pulled out identification and showed it to me.“It’s nice to meet you Ms. Ferraro. Uh, why...” I started to say, quite perplexed, when the waiter appeared and asked if he could take her order.She smiled at him, a wonderful, dimpled smile. “Just coffee please.” When he left she looked at me. “Mr. Henderson your government would like to ask you for a favor.”Perplexed I replied, “A favor? What kind of a favor?” This didn’t sound.