'Encampment' is the word I wrote down in my notes." I will be damned," Weber shook his head. "So what do the neighbors think?" There's no real near ne...ighbors," Emily explained. "The nearest house is about half a mile off, the guy who owns it was there, and he thinks it's pretty neat. I-67 is along one side of the property; it's on one of those stub ends, so there's just no one who lives close by. Woodward said that was part of why he bought the place. So, anyway, Lynnette was trying to get the. Remember? They won't make an exception for us."Christine gave me a condescending look. "Have you ever seen a naked woman before? Have you?" Sure, I have." More than one?" Yeah." Sex?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.It was getting uncomfortable, but I could see where she was headed with her questions."That's usually part of it." I thought so," she replied. "And these women you've fucked, were they college aged, athletic, and pretty- like me?" Damn right," I proudly replied."Then it's settled.. He said nothing as he appraised her… enjoying her growing discomfort, and wondering how long it would be until she brought herself to speak. Nearly 5 minutes passed, and her timid voice finally asked, ‘Will you still teach me, Mr. Smith?’ His eyebrow rose at her question, but he responded, ‘I see you’re here on time, and have thus far followed instruction. Yes Penny, I will teach you. You may come in.’ He directed her to the parlour, and showed her to a small chair near the corner table. ‘To. “Yeah,” she replied. “But I can handle it. I like working by myself.”“But aren’t you afraid?” I asked.“Shoot no,” she replied. “I can hold my own and there’s a holdup alarm under the counter.”Then she smiled and added, “And, I can’t flirt with customers when there is someone working with me.”She had me at that point.“I don’t see you as the flirting kind,” I replied.“I can be very flirtatious when I want to be,” she shot back, proffering a very pronounced wink, and hand-waving her.