I didn't think you wanted it here yet, but when you're ready, stop by my bank and you may have it."Jesse was quite relieved by this information and it...showed in his facial expression.Jesse said, "Thank you, I had, of course, missed it by now and wondered how I was going to make my way. I assumed it was long gone. Yes, I'll be by when the time comes. Thanks again."The banker replied, "Not to mention it. I'll bid you goodbye, now, I have to get back to the bank. Good day, young man."By Christmas. The bar usually closed at midnight, but one of the guys talked the owner into staying open till 2am for a private party. Of course at that time I Didn,t know I,d been set up. There was six of us airmen sat round our table plus three frauleins when suddenly two female German police entered and approached our table. “Can the owner of a Fiat 500 registration number xxxxx please step forward?” Me of the women asked. “That,s my car!” I stepped forward. “I,m sorry Sir, but you are under arrest.” Her. “But doesn’t it feel good?” I laughed. “I’m betting you could get used to that?” “I don’t know,” he said, falling sideways onto the bed. “That was a lot of effort.” “The good bits come when you put some effort in,” I said. “And that was one of the good bits.” Edward left on Monday in the morning. I’d let him make love to me the night before. He was gentle, tender, but he still wanted to watch. He wanted to see what reaction he caused in me. I gave him a good show too, rolling my eyes, licking. It’s Connie’s brainchild. Another attempt to decipher the Meriwether puzzle.”“Okay.”“You wouldn’t have heard of South-Carolina Connover. No reason to. He’s ... slick. Clever.”Not compliments, not judging from Matt’s tone.He smiled at me and his sad, Nathan Lane face became giddy; he said, “Now don’t confuse him with North-Carolina Connover.”“Of course not.”“He’s just a shirttail cousin.”“Of course.”“Subject change. How do you feel about anal sex?”Typical Matt. Straightforward. No beating around.