In contrast, most families in Endicott were WASPswith Ivy League education opportunities and flaunted their connectionsto their schools every chance t...ey had even if those same connectionswere just to each other and not actually to anyone in power.Ian was also something that they hated: an honest police officer makinga living through working long hours patrolling the streets and keepingorder in the city's middle school building. Sheila and Ian might havemoved up to Endicott, but Ian still had. A flicker of movement makes me look up and my eyes meet his in the mirror. He is in the bathroom doorway, dressed in black slacks and a gleaming white dress shirt. He walks up behind me and lowers a necklace in front of me. It's his favorite - the one he says brings out the color of my eyes. I close my eyes as I feel his warm fingers on my neck brushing aside my hair as he fastens the chain around my throat. His hands are so strong. So capable of reducing me to a molten puddle of lava. I feel. .. if she was mine, we'd never leave the bedroom..."As time passed, he learned more about her. She had 2 girls, a husband who slept most of the time. He also learned that they were in the same type of careers (office type stuff...not important) and that they lived about 3 1/2 hours from eachother. Imagine, in this world-wide-web space of horny people in chat rooms, who would have thought that a random encounter, which has now grown significantly in intensity, would be with someone who lived. He had learned to be very careful flying around the area though, because as Maryanne had noted, this was one of the prime marijuana growing regions in California. Most of the big plots were camouflaged and nearly invisible from the air. They were also usually guarded by armed "security" that didn't take kindly to over flights seeing as how that's where most of the raids came from. In their mind, anyone that flew over them was potentially hostile and there was more than one report of bullet.