. "Listen, Micky, can I ask you something?" I inhaled, trying not to fidget."My name's Miss Barrlow, and yes, go ahead Patty-Petra!" She twinkled agai.... No, she was definitely teasing me."It's just patty, I mean Petra! Shoot. Now I keep messing - oh never mind! The POINT is... the other day, when that UPS lady and we were talking, remember? Do you remember what she... like, what she... uhm... what she said?" There. it was out.Miss Barrlow paused for a moment, talking my words in. I saw a flash. It was the same explanation that she gave me, with a few tidbits thrown in when Samuel or Frank asked a question.To say Frank and Samuel were perturbed by Emma’s explanation was an understatement. I could relate, of course, having had the same experience a few days ago. It wouldn’t be wrong to say one’s entire world-view might be turned on its head once you realise that something that is meant to be your fated enemy could also bond and function together with you.We stood there in silence for a. A number of servicemen just happened to be staying at our hotel. They were at the pool drinking and enjoying the water and sun, as were Lauren and I. I invited one of the guys over and struck up a conversation. I found out that his name was Earl, and he and some of his black buddies were on leave. After a while, three of his friends came over and started telling stories. All four guys were really looking my wife over. Who could blame them? She was wearing a skimpy swimsuit, one that left very. He couldeven feel their eyes on him and it made him uncomfortable. All theattention was strange for Jerry, almost more so than the weight hangingfrom his chest. Though in some ways it was rather nice, he wasn't surehow to handle it. It was just too new to him. As their dinner went on, Jerry did find one other good thing about all the attention paid to him. Namely that he had the best service from arestaurant that he'd ever had. The waiter had come to get their ordersimmediately and brought.