She had pulled up her feet on the couch and obviously liked how it felt under her fishnets. Before anything could go any further my conscience was dyi...g to know, so I asked, “so… how old are you?”“how old do you want me to be?”“mm you are an interesting girl, quick with your responses, and I am really enjoying how this is going”“so am I, and let’s not think about age as much as about how we are feeling… do you like how you are feeling?”“yeh, and I think we can feel even better” I said as I drew. “You’ll have Irish stew on Saturday,” Molly told him. They continued their conversation that had flowed free and easy all evening.“Do you need to call someone?” Phil wondered as he washed the dish.“I’m usually not home until 10,” Molly told him. “But if our evening is going to continue, I should probably make a call. Is our evening going to continue?”Phil turned around and glanced at her. She was looking at him with a trace of mischief and a trace of innocence.“I saw you have some video games,”. ” He leaned over for a kiss and she responded, but it was perfunctory; her mind was still churning.“That’s not really what I meant,” she said vaguely.“So what is it you meant?”She shook her head. “It’s more like— why are we the way we are and they’re the way they are?”He understood; she was talking about the dolphins. “You’re going to have to bring me up to speed, Mag,” he said.“Look, today Joe started talking to Minacou about—”“Joe?”“Sherlock Holmes or whoever,” she said impatiently. “He told. Let’s just say it was a good beginning to the day.I dressed in a pair of khaki cargo slacks. I saved them for special occasions. Not that helping the cops was a special occasion, but it seemed like a good time to get some wear out of them. I still went with my signature knit toboggan. It was warm and hid my wild hair. Since she was a hair stylist, Lucy was always on me about my hair.For breakfast I had the choice of a bran muffin or a bowl of bran cereal. I had fresh milk, so I went with the.