‘Actually, I meant that you look terrific in it.’ ‘I know what you mean,’ she smiled. ‘Thanks.’ ‘Can I get you something to drink?’ I ...offered. ‘Beer, wine, whiskey, soda, whatever’s your pleasure.’ ‘Sure, whatever sounds fine,’ she answered, showing off her wonderful smile again. ‘I’ve been told that I whip up a pretty nice pina colada. Interested?’ ‘Sure,’ she replied. I looked off to the pool and was going to ask if Jack and Kate wanted something, but they seemed to be occupied with a. The breasts and panty were designed for longterm use. Of course I had been photographed wearing said items for the 'FauxGirls'catalogue and web store. My face was hidden of course. And I wasofficially listed as 'Product Tester' for the company that producedthem. My uniform tee-shirts for 'Wisions and Wessel's' made me laugh when Ifirst saw them. They were a v-necked fitted shirt. With the open neckhinting at my cleavage. With interlinked W's out lining the V. A littlelike Wonder Woman's uniform. I thought ruefully on the advances enjoyed by citizens of the Irish Republic compared to us, stuck in the backwards North.I glanced over at Beth, smiling as I watched her drive. She always looked like she was concentrating so hard when she drove. Her eyebrows furrowed and she stuck her head forward as if it helped her scan the road ahead. She always drove so sedately I felt like Miss Daisy.“Hey up, look,” Beth shouted, pointing at the sign on the side of the road.“Welcome to Muff.”Posing in. As a federal officer, I could have compelled them to go with me, but I didn’t want anyone with me who didn’t want to be there.I greeted the men and we shook hands, then I went back to cinching up Melosa’s saddle. About five minutes later, Pedro Diaz and another vaquero joined us. Pedro’s buddy was a good sized Navajo Indian named Homer Bearclaw. According to Pedro, Bearclaw was the best tracker and deadliest rifle shot in this part of the country. I told the big man that I appreciated having.