Etta was giving me carte blanche on everything. It was her land and her home, but she had readily agreed to let Carp live and work out there. Maybe we...should call that "Carp Blanche" instead.The farm now had sort of a plan that I would add to over the evening, before meeting with the preacher tomorrow. I would tell the two names to the bank, and Ralph would provide the documents to open the accounts. I needed to increase the farm account, and to also write a fat check to Ralph for his. I’ve just spilled coffee on the page. I was laughing and totally missed my mouth. Ironic, really.I digress. New Year’s Eve, The Anchor. There we were, me and Saskia, in the thick of it when I got a tap on the shoulder. Rob. Says he’s worried. He’s got money riding on the outcome and wants to know if we can really beat our time. My reassurances weren’t enough - it’s his pub, his flat, his reputation - but he snapped up my offer of an action preview. Fair enough.Rob’s flat above the pub looks. I tried to say no but ended up being dropped into the water, immediately I felt some strong arms help me up. It turned out to be Malcolm whose hands stayed on my waist briefly where he had lifted me. "That wasn't very nice" I said while trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry" he said, "You can dunk me if you want, to make it fair." "I can't even lift you" I said. "You can try and push me under" Michael said. And without hesitation I jumped up planted my hands on his shoulder and tried to push him. ‘I’ll be taking notes,’ she said. ‘I am here for the story.’ ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘I am sure that you have some questions prepared. Ask away.’ He is some smug son of a bitch she thought. Jane decided this was as good a time as any to ask. ‘Your penis,’ she said, let’s see how he handles this, she thought, ‘Your penis, what is its girth and length?’ ‘At ease, so to speak, or primed and ready to go?’ Smug and cool, a real tough bastard, Jane thought. ‘Primed and ready to go, as you so nicely put.