Let's ask him."We went over to him and asked. He was a little floored by the whole thing. Steve pulled me aside, "Chris, are you sure about this?" "Do...'t worry," I reassured him, "We'll just have to pick out suits that the girls will never wear." After a few minutes of looking, Steve came up to me with a devilish grin on his face. "How bout these?" "Dental floss?" "No, no, you idiot, they're bathing suits." They were, but they certainly were small. Balled up, one could conceal the entire suit. It won't even be much trouble and I think we already have the prints for it."There were only the two of them and even though he said he intended to make it a working cattle ranch someday, the cattle and horses he kept were mostly for looks. He moved here as an older rich man intending to retire with his young beautiful wife. He didn't need to make a living any longer and I think he was planning on just looking for a place to enjoy the living he'd already made," Gerald told me."That ended up. But Margot was a pistol, her face all warm and pink, but she did not look down. Her eyes stayed right on me, strong and steady. "I am early," I said. "Is it okay if I wait at a table?" How many in your party, sir?" Margot said, a trace of a southern accent, her voice all business. But her face gave her away. Margot was an open one, for sure. Margot's lush and blushy face, and her nervous hands."Two," I said, and I held up two fingers, like a child's bunny rabbit, and I wiggled Bunny's ears.. She covered it well behind her perfect, shiny facade, but Harper felt sad for her. Ratched was young for her rank, she had just passed forty and showed no tendency for becoming fat. She had tremendous energy and wore her crisp uniform like a recruiting poster, old fashioned, always in a regulatory skirt, never pants. Harper realized that she liked the "bitch-hag from hell".The Commander had been gone for almost forty minutes now. Harper knew it would take at least one hour. Her boss had said it.