When we got back to the carport Jill invited me in for a night cap but I politely declined, pleading a full workday on Friday. I thanked them all for ... good evening and walked over to my place. I slept well that night and awoke with a good feeling about how things would be in my future. Little did I realize that while I was busy getting ready for work and thinking optimistically about my future prospects, my neighbors in 3-B were sitting at their breakfast nook, eating their granola, calmly. You see, your theory about the situation is just as incorrect as Jackson’s. Percy Wilcox’s real name is Anatoly Markov. He is, or I should say he was, a Soviet espionage Agent.”“A spy, are you trying to tell me that the Russians want Jake’s cabin?”“Nothing quite so melodramatic, Mr. Reynolds. As I said, he was an espionage Agent. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, we began receiving information from the new government concerning past KGB activities. In the beginning, this information was. Hubby noticed, rolled his eyes and chuckled.Since it was an open house, we just walked in without attracting much attention. And whoosh!!! The heat hit us like stepping into a sauna. Almost instantly, I began perspiring and gave my zipper a little tug.Holiday cheer was poured liberally and I received the usual and expected drunken hugs (disguised gropes but some were just outright gropes). And I continued to tug on my zipper.Hubby was chatting with boys when he looked over at me and motioned. Considering that his woman is a prostitute, considering that he is damn near penniless. Yes, considering everything he’s in a great place,” said Victoria, and she began to sob.Her husband went to her. He put his arm around her. No words passed between them, but there was meaning in every beat of their hearts.“The time is coming when he will lighten up and let us help him, them. And, Victoria, I do mean both of them. His woman may be a prostitute, an ex-prostitute, but she is family now. And we.