Finally Jan broke the ice. "Jim I really enjoyed this evening." She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Maybe I'll see you at the pool tomorrow?"...Absoutely. I'll be there."When Jan opened the door to her room she thought that Terry would already be there but he wasn't. She undressed, hung up her clothes and got ready for bed. She had just come out of the bathroom when Terry came in the door."Hi honey. How was your evening?" Terry asked."Oh, it was OK. I went down and wandered around the. It was a touristy area, but it was late in the season and the tourists had been replaced by university professors from all over the US pretending to exchange priceless information concerning the expansion and security of wineries in danger of more punishing bush fires.In fact, these specialists were there for good food, good wine and a good time, and some serious sex. Jennifer had grown up in that city but left it to go East when her mother died when Jennifer was 25. It was always difficult to. The two of them were like high schoolers at the table; giggling, holding hands, gazing lovesick at each other. If it hadn't been so cute it might have made the others nauseous. Laraine had latched onto Captain Diego Guzman of the Air Force. He was dashing, charming, of wealthy family, as were the majority of Guatemala's officer corps, and not very bright. Laraine had had no trouble coaxing him to let her fly with him on a noon flight to search for signs of their quarry, and the boy had been. Now it appeared to have a definite ginger tinge to it. Deanna is blond, her mother is blond, and her father has black hair. All my family are blond. Where the bleeding hell had this ginger tinge come from? I studied Nettie closely. She had features that definitely came from Deanna’s family, but none that I would say pointed to my family. Now what did I make of this? You can bloody well guess what I made of it, can’t you? I wondered whether I had been taken for a ride. Back then in the sixties.