"I'm sure you'll be wondering what all the fuss is and why we hired you big strapping lads to look over our little fillies," he continued."It has cros...ed our minds," I answered dryly."Well maybe we should find a nice quiet spot and I'll tell you about it." I'd rather have my whole team hear it right from the source, if that's all right with you," I said before he could drag me away. "Also, is there some reason the principals haven't been told anything about this?" Well now, we didn't want to. As I try to learn fiction writing as opposed to technical writing I recognize there are things I don’t know. Your constructive comments are much appreciated! I am also most appreciative to GrandTeton for his assistance in editing this work. He added much needed polish. ***** I woke up at 2:35 in the morning feeling like my chest was caving in. No complaints on my end, to be sure. Darlene’s breath was almost a purr in my ear, and her soft hair tickled the eyelashes of my right eye. I tried to. ‘No, no I’ve no objections,’ I said. ‘Well that’s settled then,’ she said brightly, not giving me the chance to ask Miki what he thought of the idea. ‘I think one more brandy would be nice Paul,’ she said, holding up her glass. ‘On second thoughts, let’s take the brandy into the bedroom.’ She got up and I picked up the brandy bottle and carried it with my empty glass through to the bedroom with Miki behind me. The first thing I noticed was the lack of her nightgown which was usually draped. I had a friend who was in veterinarian school so the stitches were free and the boat was… the boat… um’ Arthur stopped, eyes darting. ‘Wait a second… What the heck happened to my boat?’ ‘You lost your boat?’ ‘I gave most of my other stuff to my sister after my arrest, but… hmm… strange that I didn’t think about the boat until now.’ Arthur shrugged it off. ‘Well, maybe whoever has it’s having a good time.’ Gretya frowned. ‘It must be terrible going from all that you had in America to this.’ ‘It.