”Drinking rum at midday, or any other time of day, was not something I enjoy. I have no head for rum, and even the smell turns my stomach. Neverthel...ess, I gave a sickly smile and thanked him.“And is cohabitation with native females still condoned nowadays, Captain?” I was part interested and part delaying the moment when I would have to take a drink from my glass.He shook his head, a truculent expression on his face. “No, them damned missionaries have seen to that. Some fifteen years ago they. "I'll need to have you home by 10:15 if I'm going to make my curfew," Andy said. "What about on your end of town?" How would I know?" Regan asked. "If my asshole mother was gone, we could go back to my house and hang out. But I don't want you to have to put up with her twice in a weekend. Talk about a deal breaker." Let's just walk around here for a while," Andy said. "We can talk while we're strolling. Do you want to shop or anything?"Regan kept her face neutral. There wasn't a single store in. By the time the light changed and traffic cleared so that I could make my left turn, the car was gone and I had no idea where it was going. I tried calling Marsha on her cell phone but got no answer, so I just left a message for her to call me.I drove home to see if that is where they might be going but she wasn't, so I waited at the house for a while then drove back to the store. I went into my office and closed the door so that I could have some privacy. My employees know that when my door is. I glanced inside, there was a crisp $20 bill in there, too! She noted my look, ‘Lunch’ she said, ‘let’s go.’ We walked down the street to a local cafe, and ordered a salad and sandwich. As we ate, she said, ‘Tell me about you.’ I started to talk, I hadn’t talked much for a long time, it started haltingly, then came pouring out of me in a rush. As I explained to her that I had been a mechanic, then an LMP, she stopped me to ask what an ‘LMP’ was. I told her it was a Licensed Massage.