.. all on text messages in that code people use. I just deleted them until they finally ceased.I dropped out of the writing club to avoid seeing her. ... had the feeling I was cutting off my nose to spite my face. But I didn't want to get into a pissing contest with her and the best way to avoid that was to avoid her. It was time to move on.Maybe I have a thing for voluptuous shorter women. I'm not sure, but my next female of interest was Renata Whyte, a pulchritudinous young woman in my second. Our rep was sealed, and we had few complainers. So, by the time I was done, I had a nice piece of change in several numbered accounts in Switzerland. No one, including Karen, knew about this part of my life and she knew nothing about the money. I had never had reason to touch it and of course, I never talked about it.After the divorce was final, I pulled some money out of one of those accounts and invested it in a fund set up for Mickey for her education. I still had plenty of money elsewhere. Her hands were folded just below her navel. “You know, you can make a lot of cash in one season here…“Yes, you said that...And you are sure that no-one will take a cut?”“Not unless we get any complaints...in that case we will take the necessary actions..“I both understand and accept that, sir“Good..get down on your knees…She gasped, but I knew that she obeyed. I loaded a few sheets of paper into the fax-machine. An order for soft drinks to be delivered no later than Monday. That meant by. It was just a flash, no, two flashes, of bikinis of different sizes. Of course, my immediate reaction was ... Angie! I stopped and took a long look. Yeah, maybe Angie, same hair, may a trifle (a very small trifle) thicker, with a matching toddler type girl in a matching bikini. But then there was the obvious inconsistency, Angie didn't have any children.I stood there in a fog of my own making, certainly not caused by the warm air of the ocean. God knows how long I might have stood there were it.