It's not like I'm ever gonna meet the person, anyway.daddyjack: That makes sense. But actually, that wasn't what I was going to ask.andyman: O.K. Go f...r it.daddyjack: What I was gonna ask was if you've ever chatted or anything with a girl you thought might be underage.andyman: Are you kidding? You mean, for real?daddyjack: Well, yea. And I mean, just talking, you know? Never meeting or anything like that.andyman: Why do you ask, Jack?daddyjack: There's this girl, and she ... well ... I know. Not because he was eating my seed, neither because he was a cuckold. It was the frantic way he moved, the muttering, the sweat, his whole uncured body, those greasy pubic hair that made him pathetic. It was pathetic how he was so keen on giving up his wife to a stranger instead of satisfying her himself.But I did say nothing. I just stared at him, like his wife was doing. To her eyes all this was not pathetic, but gross. Disgust was painted across her face. But she too did say nothing. We both. Just slow them down. Five minutes or so, and we'll be at the airstrip. Julian is bringing in the Aeronca." And the girl..." The package," Lawton corrected."The package. You've got it?" We've got it."Dooley stopped the recording."This was Lawton talking this morning," he said quietly. "He was planning to cut us out of the action." He turned to face Lawton. "You were going to fuck us, you British mother-fucker."Lawton made a wry face. "Don't you know it isn't polite to eavesdrop on private. ”“Surprise? For me? What's going on?”I felt as if I'd just been slapped hard, my tears stopped. My mind began to think back. Maggie and I had been closer when we were younger, but the last couple of years we'd been more like rivals than sisters. Now she has a surprise for me? It had something to do with Jolene. This was more confusing than ever.“Yes, for you. Your sister has been working her butt off around here and not for riding lessons for herself. I really shouldn't be doing this. Come with.