"I'm sorry," Bahn quickly offered, "this is Kit Cassidy with the RCMP." A Mountie, eh?" Lester said to her, taking her offered hand and grasping it si...eways for a moment before asking, "So where's your red coat?"She laughed. "I [I]do[/I] have one, but only for parades. I have the brown Stetson, that goes with it, too. And even a black fur busby for Winter." I'll bet you look spectacular in it," Lester commented. "I can see that red's your colour." So why are you in Quebec?" Bahn interrupted.. " I stopped mixing tequila after that. I call myself a math teacher, but on that night, my inductive reasoning skills were far from sharp. Tequila and Coke is impossible.I schmoozed some apple Pucker off some chick to satisfy Mary for the remainder of the party. Halfway through her Pucker, she called me over, quiet yet giddy. "Hey, so you know what I was thinking?" she asked. "What?" "I think we should go to a sex shop." I tried to stay poised, but I immediately felt a mysterious growth in my. " Unfortunately, yes."She went to him and kissed him. "As soon as you get it fixed, will you tell those idiots that someone else needs Bill Spencer too?" She pressed her towel-wrapped body to him.He grinned. "I will." I love you honey. Be careful and come back soon. Any idea... ?"He shook his head. "It's a two-hour drive each way. Be back as soon as I can." Just drive careful. Remember to get some coffee if it's late. I want you home in one piece."It was one-thirty in the morning when Bill. Bursting through the restroom door and back into the dwindling light of the afternoon was, for Dana, like a memory of the last day of grade school leaving for summer vacation. The elation of just being alive and free combined with a memory of the dirty deeds she had just completed actually made her laugh aloud. She trotted almost drunkenly down the stairway to the street and turned right on 48th to make her way home.She had never been so free. She’d never dumped her inhibitions and let go at.