She swam around for a good five minutes, almostlike she was part fish or something. "C'mon, jump in!" she shouted,once she finally surfaced.I shook my...head. "Nah, I don't think so."She blew me a raspberry. "Why not?"I shook my head again, then looked toward the town. "So, whaddya knowabout that place? You said it's called Endawa?"She did the backstroke over to the edge of the lake where I wasstanding. "It's a nowhere town, nothing really interesting to do,nobody special to steal from. I hid out. I sighed.“Before you rat us out, just know that he makes me very happy,” she said, and reached over to take Ryan Irving’s hand. “But I’m prepared to face the consequences. I understand that you have to do your job. Just know you won’t have my face to look forward to every morning if I get fired.”“If you want to keep your jobs then you’ll have to disclose this relationship to HR officially,” I said. “I’ll talk to your manager, Mr. Irving. I could probably arrange for signed statements and no. Maybe some plans. Tom was sure, with Wisdom to guide him, he could build something on his own. She had already strongly hinted, though, that she would not actually DO any work. Provide, yes, but it was up to him to use what was provided to create what he needed.A wife.That's what he needed. A wife. It was kind of required, if he was to found Wisdom's new people. No woman, no descendants. His eyes went over to his tent. A woman. Companion. Someone ... to be with him. Talk to him. Hold him.. My folks meant well, and I knew they loved me. It wasn't their fault they had been brought up with such strict morals.I drove my car with the windows rolled down that night. The wind seemed to be picking up and I could see the corn fields sway to the rhythm of the breeze. I quickly pulled out a tissue from my purse to dry my crying eyes before getting home. Otherwise I knew my mother would interrogate me with a dozen of questions on why I was crying.I was almost arriving home but I felt I.