She guessedat least 6’4″. Black hair trimmed military style. Sharpblue eyes. She turned her head to see if she’d lost thebet with he...self on the color of Andy’s eyes.Confirmed. Green. Back to Jack. Broad shoulders, trimwaist, noticeable bulge in his slacks. The dizziness eased and her mind cleared a little more.She was in a room with two very good looking youngsailors, untied finally, and one thought she was ahooker. Well, that wasn’t so good. Not necessarily sobad. When you join me in the living room, I am pleasantly surprised to see that you have removed your jacket and pants and your body now appears to be covered only by your blouse. As you move closer, I realize this is not quite true. Thanks to at least one less button being fastened, I can see the lace on the top of your black bra cups peering out of the neckline of your blouse. I also see the outline of your black lace thong through your shirttail. The black heels on you feet continue to emphasize. If you’re interested, I can show you a really good honey hole near his place. It’s full of largemouth chasin’ pan fish.”“That’s a bit further than we wuz plannin’, Missy, but I rekin’ we cud always use a new fishin’ hole,” he motioned for her to step in.“Thanks mister,” Vivie told them. “My name’s Jenny.” Hoping that using the hated name would likely throw off any future search inquiries, or maybe not.The boat was set free and after some paddling, they reached the far side of the river and. I could get used to a little luxury. I'll hitch my horse on behind, and I'll be ready to go." They rode off, headed south, talking a mile a minute, trying to catch up on each other's exploits. Jim was particularly impressed with her tale of the poker game in Wilkerson. He wasn't sure he could have withstood the suspense.A couple of hours later, the conversation had wound down, and they were riding along in companionable silence. As can happen in that part of the country, they were suddenly.