Some of us just have more imagination than others.' I guess I have a pretty big imagination, Jess." You are amazing. I mean it. I can't tell you how h...ppy I am to have found you again," she says, hugging me once again. She hasn't changed. Her scent. Her smile. Her eyes. Everything part of her is just as I remembered. As we pull apart, I keep her hands held in mine, caressing the top of her hand with my thumb. "I have missed you. I wanted to call, but-" It's my fault," she cuts me off. "I. Then she said that according to their carefully laid plans for an alibi he should never have been anywhere near the place, an’ he replied that neither should she and called her a silly cow, and she got back at him about her only being there because he was, the stupid old b- she called him. She had called him Dad earlier too, now I recall. Then she grabbed the old guy and took him outside, to carry on their row out of earshot, I guess.”“So, Mr Hammond, do you have any idea who any of these. Someone who knows how to get what he wants.’ This stymied Thomas enough to realize one good tip would provide him a sexual fantasy of his lifetime. Thinking it was cheaper then a hooker he added $20.00 to the bill and leaned back waiting for a ticket to his dreams. Stacey saw the tip and knew Monica would enjoy herself. She took the signed receipt and calmly stated he was too drunk to drive but, she would call a taxi. Again Thomas tensed, thinking he was being denied a fantasy come reality, it. I assumed she was Kat because she was dressed in running clothes. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail.“Hi, I’m David,” I said as I reached across the table and shook her hand.“Katrina, please call me Kat,” she said with a heavy Russian accent.“Do you know what we are doing this morning?”“Yes, we will be fell-running, which I believe you Americans call trail-running. We are quite lucky today because we get to run with best. They are members of the Bob Graham Club. There are 42 fells.