" Oh the water sounds real good right now. I have no idea where my glass' and cups are at right now." as she stepped over toward mom and me."Would you...two gentlemen like a bottle of water?" No ma'am, we are about done here and we have our drinks in the truck, but thank you any how." then going back up into the back of the truck, to get another box."May I ask where mr. Jones is at?"Mrs. Jones swallowed her drink, then just looked at me for a moment before, she asked, "Can I trust you, to not say. No one on our side, alive anyway, has met the man. Except me. I spent three years, off and on, talking to him. I know how he thinks. He’s not your run of the mill terrorist. He won’t be setting up a cell, rounding up marginalized teenagers, and strapping bombs to their backs. He’ll have a plan, and it won’t be small. Treating this man like any other terrorist is a mistake.”“Did you explain that to Director Solomon or Agent Crawford?”It did not surprise Taylor in the least she knew the names of. All four of us were in the water still wearing our sunglasses, so none of us could really make "eye contact", but I could tell I was being watched. Five minutes passed, and they were only slowly drifting closer to me while still focused on talking to each other. My heart was pounding now while I was trying to scheme up some "accidental" seduction. Maybe pretend my sports bra got caught on something? Somehow lose my shorts? I kept realizing that I'm not that good an actress, haha.The temptation. Now can we go in? ‘ ‘Not yet. There are rules, and we need to discuss them first.’ I responded. She looked at me in mock indignation. ‘Is that so? Then tell me about these rules.’ ‘OK,’ I said. ‘Rule number 1. I’m not a promiscuous person, and, to be quite frank, it’s been a long time, so have a little patience with me.’ ‘OK, patience it is.’ ‘Rule number 2: I’m also a private person, so I don’t go around touting my adult activities to anyone else. I expect the same from you. Not your parents,.