.wierd."Got one of these roads in mind?" I asked. If she did mean what it sounded like I wanted to encourage her but if it was all innocence and I was...just taking it the wrong way I needed to stay our of trouble."Doesn't really matter, as long as it looks secluded. How about that one?" OK" I said, turning off on the dirt track. It was good hard ground winding its way through the trees, just barely visible and looking like it hadn't been used in some time. The track was bumpy so it was slow. After dinner we retired to the work room and were progressing nicely on the quotation for the alterations to Beverly's house when Jen interrupted us to tell me I had a phone call. I made the mistake of taking the call right there in the room, where Ed and Jen could overhear me try to deny that I was Benjamin E. Crumbly. The caller started talking tough, telling me I could run but I couldn't hide. He said he would track me down and put me in prison. Taking him at his word, I promised to put 'a. Upon arrival at the airport I was greeted by a good old buddy of mine named Sham and so we made our way home. Sham was telling me how the guys are so glad I came down and hope we all can get together for a few drinks some time soon. I loved the idea and so we continued. After all the meeting and greeting of my family, I was finally able to settle down and now prepare for some good time with my buddies whom I have not seen in 10 years. Apparently Sham and the guys had arranged for an all guys. She told me her phone was in her family room (she said she lived in an apartment) and helpfully, her husband worked shifts, which meant he was away overnights and late into the evenings. I had to make allowances for the time difference, but I as the year ended and we started the year 2000, we were having phone contact and online chat. It was all getting more explicit. I planted the seeds of meeting in her mind. I said if I flew to her, could she arrange to get away from her home so we could.