I asked him and he was adamant that it wasn’t a good idea.But then he thought about it and sat contemplating for a few minutes.He started slowly nod...ing his head, “Actually, that might not be such a bad idea. There probably aren’t many people besides Josh and Johnny that would really believe this. Maybe we should be proactive and meet this head on. I know you trust Joshua and I do too. The CIA lied to both of them and cheated them by pulling me as fast as they did. Let’s talk to Joshua and see. " Okay, okay, slave driver." I kidded. I got up and dressed. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen when we went in."Jack, your dad, Janice, and I are going to help you today. Mary will be here in a minute. We will eat breakfast then." While we're waiting, Son, let's get the backhoe loaded on the trailer. You said you were going to bury the Davidson's. We can also use it to pull their car out of the way. We may need to bury it, too." We got it loaded and chained down for the short trip.Just as we were. ‘It’s okay,’ grinned Thurston, ‘we’ll keep it light.’ Harj gingerly placed his tray on the table, careful not to spill any of his prized acquisitions – two burgers, onion rings smothered in ketchup, and a strawberry milk shake. Taking his seat, he noticed Thurston’s butter chicken, basmati rice, chickpeas and naan bread. Oh, the ironies of the great melting pot. ‘So, what do you think about the news on the fountain of youth?’ Harj queried. ‘Do you really want to know?’ toyed Thurston. . Things are already going great, I though to myself. I stored my back pack in the overhead bin and took a seat. It didn't take me long to daze off again into a gentle sleep. Germany, here I come. I awoke about two hours later because I smelled the smell of coffee. The stewardesses were serving drinks. I sat up and lowered my tray table. I scanned the galley way and my eyes stopped on the flight attendant making her way up my alley. She was about 5'6", medium blond hair, and a body fit for.