I will be expecting Rich to be very active for a few days."Mrs. Warren laughed heartily. "His work doesn't bring in oysters, but he knows some of the ...redgers in the estuary. I am sure he could get some from them. A dozen perhaps?" A couple of dozen if he can. I will be rather demanding." In that case I shall have to make sure he gets some for himself. Then I can make myself scarce for quite some time." Perfect." I grinned at Mrs. Warren and she returned a smile with a wink.As usual there were. ” replied Suzanne whilst she dialled Zac.On ringing Zac he said he would come over. Anything to see Suzanne again he thought.Upon returning and seeing the yellow tags he asked “What are you keeping?”“Nothing” replied Suzanne.“Well, it’s your choice, but I have been approached by a local charity who are looking for surplus furniture, especially like you want to get rid of for families that are in need of furniture. I can ring them and find out when can they pick up?” mentioned ZacSuzanne said. I had never drunk tequila before, and as soon as the liquor hit my mouth, I suddenly knew why. The taste was horrific and my body began to spasm as I tried to swallow it quickly and rid the flavor from my mouth. I saw all of the guys grab a lime wedge and squeeze the juice into their mouths so I followed suit, and the tart citrus flavor of the lime immediately began to dissipate the harsh taste of the tequila. After squeezing all the juice into my mouth, I continued to suck on the end of the. Anyway, the whole situation explains the avenging-angel mind-set that had me sprinting through what was supposed to be my Tuesday morning jog with Missy."Wouldja -- puff -- slow down! Sheesh! Puff. What's -- puff -- what's got -- puff -- you -- puff -- so stoked?" Stuff," I answered vaguely, slowing to what felt like a snail's-pace trot."What stuff?"It was stuff I couldn't share with her, even under a triple-cross-your-heart-and-swear-to-die promise to not tell anyone. Fortunately Missy was in.