"Don't ask that question," Samantha replied.Carl had a pretty good idea that he knew what that answer meant. The Pfand was going to abduct and questio... an IRS agent. He knew that with the results of the audit in hand, there would be few questions asked of him when the man disappeared. He felt sorry for the other folks who had recently had an audit with negative findings or were in the process of having one done. They were going to be put through hell.Carl asked, "Now what?"Samantha looked. I just didn't want to see you have turkey-flavored Pop-Tarts this year." Which he would have if someone else wasn't feeding him," Jen chimed in with a laugh."There is nothing wrong with Pop-Tarts," Brock pointed out. "Help me out here, Chris. I think they have to be considered a staple of any balanced diet." I had two this morning before I went to pick up Randi," he admitted."Do you have plans for Thanksgiving?" Randi asked. She knew he wasn't married and his family was from Canada."I had my. Ben could swear that a slight moan escaped her lips as she ran her fingers over it.This time it was his portable radio that interrupted them."Everything all right?" they heard the desk clerk ask."He checks on you?" Janice asked."Only this time of the morning. I think he's figured out that I'm not patrolling and am up here with you," Ben answered."All is well," he said into his portable radio."What's it to him where you are?" she asked in a perturbed voice."Jealousy. I'm up here and he's not,". All of the freight had already been loaded and the passengers were scheduled to board just prior to flight time. My luck was running good, as the rain lightened up just as I departed the taxiway for the end of the duty runway. Ron Simmons was strapped in the navigator's seat as we transitioned to full power and began our takeoff roll down the runway. Although there was some hydroplaning of the tires just as the nose wheel left the runway the engine power was sufficient to keep the plane headed.