." I said, without accusation."Oh, man ... I'm sorry. She's not wearing a ring ... I didn't know." Hey, no problem, she normally doesn't wear one. Doe...n't like jewelry. Your appreciation of her is flattering, actually ... all those hot, younger women at the party and you are paying such close attention to mine." She's so gorgeous. You're a lucky guy. I'm glad you don't mind me admiring her. She's got something about her; I don't know ... I just can't stop watching, imagining." I know exactly. Turning away she walked into the high grass leaving her home behind.At night fall she set up her small tent beneath a large white wood tree that stood alone among the grass. Breathing deep she spit a small ball of flame onto the fire pile she'd made, then helped the flames grow. She'd always been the fire tender at her mothers inn. Early on in life she'd found she could reach into the flames and although she felt the heat it caused no pain. Putting the skinned rabbit she'd caught earlier on. Serial numbers ... for everything.”“I knew you were going to be more trouble than you are worth.”“You’re an accountant. You demand solid numbers. That’s what I want.”It wasn’t enough that he was willing to take the boxes at their word ... no ... the covers had to come off, the numbers checked, if they matched ... great ... if they didn’t ... out with the original logbooks and hunt until there was provenience for an engine change, a new elevator, a flap or a switch. I demanded bill of sale for. I was a psychologymajor with an M.S. and PhD. It seemed like a perfect fit for me.CHAPTER 2 -SUBMISSIONIt was almost three months after that memorable evening that I decidedto act. I sat in a comfortable chair in our living room early on aThursday evening. I was wearing a short black skirt and no underwear. I had a brown paper sack from the market at my feet. I was ready."Paul," I called, "would you come in here for a minute?" Hi, hon...what's up?" Paul sat in the adjacent chair."Do you.