I notice several cars and a lot of FBI agents surround the building.“My name is Gary,” the guy from the Zoo introduces.“Come on Joe,” Gary con...tinues. “Let’s let the FBI do their job while we go for a ride and talk.” He motions me to a car as I hesitate. I don’t know what he wants with me and I do not trust him. Does he think I’m in on Coach Marcos’s drug selling business. “Relax Joe. I’ll explain everything when we get out of here.” I give in and get into the car.We drive out to a mountain road. “You’ve all got lessons to go to.”She came over to Eugenie and me. “Miss Butler-Walker, please would you come to my office at the start of your lunch break. I’ll arrange for Mrs Crocker to be there too in order to discuss this development.”Eugenie lifted her head from my chest and nodded.“Mr Randell, I suggest you release the young lady, since you’re presumably here to use your locker.”Reluctantly I unwrapped my arms and instantly regretted the loss of her warmth and softness. The wet patch on. They certainly did NOT, Camille explained, spend cozy family “get-aways” in French ski chalets with their troublesome teenage children. Camille noted that John still did not look fully convinced so she expanded on her explanation and offered that her father was banging his gorgeous young assistant, a brilliant Swedish girl educated at Ecole Polytechnique. The two of them were somewhere in the Middle East right now financing large-scale weapons sales to tyrants and re-cycling Impressionist art. She would have no problem with that this summer. She was a six foot tall, blond Scandinavian beauty with a great body and an outgoing friendly personality. The other was Sandy my current bi-sexual lover who had short dark hair and a pair of boobs that would make any man salivates. I loved her dearly and we spent many a night making love to her in my husband’s cabin cruiser.Well the first weekend was a smash. Word spread around the lake that there were new “hot” waitresses at our resort. My.