And fill my books with fantasies and dreams. And maybe, someday, I'll get paid for some of those, too." She reached out and flicked her cigarette on t...e ash tray on the coffee table. She leaned back at me again and put one arm behind her head. "You would be good at that. There's fantasy all over your chart. The theater's a good place for you, it's no wonder you ended up there." Not lately. Not much theater work in the grocery business. Or pitching the morning newspapers." Oh, you'll get back to. We had a free place to stay, free lift tickets and all we had to do was let this guy watch us Kip and I fuck.I love watching and being watched so that part didn’t bother me. Who is the guy?The guy is a last fifties, married (to a woman), Wall Street guy who has a monster house in Aspen. He also has a condo on the snow. Super rich, like crazy rich. Some Denver friends of Kip’s that I have met go out there and perform for him a few times a year when the Wall Street Daddy is in town. Wall Street. “It’s Christmas Eve and you’ve slacked long enough finding a present.”Patti laughs, “Yeah, seriously.” She says her goodbye and leaves the little café. The ride over to the person she is supposed to meet isn’t far. He is actually a student in Eileen’s class that she met on the field trip. The kid took an interest in her and flirted a bit. Patti ended up doing something she wasn’t ever sure she’d ever do. The conversation turned to other things after that. One of those things was a book... “I. He filled the seat he was entitled to with his granddaughter in the Chairman role. He died about eleven years ago, and she inherited his shares.”“Your father served in the United States Navy?”I nodded, “Two purple hearts and a Navy Cross, along with assorted other medals.”“And afterwards?”“Worked for the OSS and CIA.”“Stationed where, if you can answer.”“Havana.”“Have you been to the Caribbean?”“Once, on vacation.”“Where?”“Saint Martin.”“Who were you with?”“Friends.”“I assume these friends have.