.. sure.” He grins, not quite believing he’s walked into a Penthouse letter.He tries to be surreptitious, sliding his hand over to my side of the ...ar. I focus on the road, pretending not to notice as Jimmy clumsily tries to get to my own waistband. After some fumbling he manages to get his fingers into my shorts, withdrawing in surprise as he encounters my bush. I glance over and see the mix of curiosity, confusion and horror on his face.“I’m a woman, Jimmy, we’ve got hair too”“But Miss Santos,. I was married for twenty-five years. I have two children practically grown. They’re doing well.’ I quit listening after hearing the words ‘twenty-five years’. I blurt out, ‘Wow, twenty-five years. How old are you?’ Now I’m the one embarrassed. ‘Sorry,’ I say. ‘That was rude.’ He smiles that smile again. ‘I’m forty-seven.’ I do some quick math in my head. Forty-seven minus thirty-three. That’s fourteen years. If our birthdays fell on the calendar right, it might only be thirteen years different.. Austin.”On the picnic table chained to the concrete pad, the heat from the coleman stove burner was just finishing off the omelet.“Ham, cheddar cheese and diced red pepper,” Bernie said. I hadn’t asked but she could see the question in my eyes.“Just like I like it,” I said. “How did you know?”“It’s in the will,” Bill said, coming around the back of the tent.“Charlie’s will?”“Yes,” Bill said.“Where did the lantern and tent come from?” I asked, “And how did I get in bed?” I took a fork of omelet. "Okay, let's get this show on the road. Diana why don't you go ahead of us and scout the way?" he told his troops, leading them out of the village and on to their next adventure.As the group marched along, they searched for any signs that would give away the smugglers' hideout. Jeff kept scanning his surroundings, hoping to pick up any thoughts that would give the criminals away. As he continued his probing, he was startled when he ran into a stopped Diana."There's smoke up ahead; I bet that's.