" Then I guess that you wouldn't be able to go golfing. Your mother has a headache and doesn't want to go." Oh, I wish I could, but I'd better not." W...ll, that's too bad," his father went on, turning back to the paper."Where are the funnies?" he asked his mother.She shuffled through the papers and pulled out the sheaf of brightly colored pages and handed then to him. Then, as he took them from her, she winked at him.Oh, shit, he thought, he was right, she didn't have a headache. She wanted to. You even called me to see what day I said it was. You knew what was going to happen today, and yet you called me this morning and wanted to make love to me." Tears were falling from her eyes. "I just don't understand that depth of love," she whispered.Finally, I just had to speak."I don't understand, Megan. The answer is simple. We just start over, from here. If you feel you have to earn my trust again, then you just do it like you always have. I don't feel that, but if you do, you know how to. Too bad it wasn't a four-lane road as a trucker would have loved the view!We arrived at the marina and determined that I would drive the fishing boat with Ruth and Sue Ann would drive the pontoon boat. The trailer was connected to a pickup truck and Rob, one of the employees, would drive it over to my house and put it wherever I wanted it. Rob was a good looking guy who looked a couple of years out of high school. We loaded up and left.As soon as we pulled away from the dock, Ruth pulled her. ”“DAYUM! You gotta get me gigs like this more often! Where am I going?”“The Pan Pacific. Room 1612. The woman is a Ms. Croft. Just have them dial her from the front desk and they should bring you right up.”“I’ll leave in five minutes.”“Good. I already burned twenty making phone calls and she wants you there in thirty. Don’t keep her waiting!”DING“This place is crazy” Dan remarked as he stepped off the elevator, just behind the hotel concierge. “I can’t imagine a stay here is cheap.”“Our deluxe.