The literal translation is, “I have the mouth of wood.” J’ai la gueule de bois. Loosely it means, "I have a hangover," but I didn’t literally ...have a hangover. I knew something was wrong. My bed was really hard, and I felt terribly hot and prickly. Was I sick? Had I crashed the Toyota? My face hurt and when I touched it; there were pebbles embedded in my cheek. I squinted my eyes open. Nothing made any sense. I was looking at the ocean. I recognized the bay as Rade de Villefranche near Nice,. We can wait, get used to each other.’ I slid over close to her, took her hand and kissed it, looked in her eyes and hoped, but for what I didnt know. ‘I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, What will you think of me? Hold me, please, hold me and kiss me.’ And I did, untiing and removing her peignoir, I slipped in next to her, she rolled over against me, nuzzling up into my armpit and burying her face in my shoulder. ‘What if I’m not any good? Have you had any other women, what if they were. Everyone’s going to be asking me about my husband, the pervert,” lamented Sarah.By this time, I was seething. I knew I could prove my innocence, but why in hell should I have to prove I didn’t molest Betty? I briefly smiled to myself as it occurred to me that I could actually prove a negative. Then I thought about how quickly Tim had believed Betty’s tale.“It’s interesting that Tim totally believes Betty; I wonder why that is?”“She’s his wife! Of course he believes her. No husband will put up. We phoned the Sheriff again and their investigator came out to review the damage. We determined several things. The bullet hadn’t dropped on its way through the house. The distance from the floor to the bullet holes was within a small fraction of an inch from room to room. The holes in the front wall and three interior walls were all the same size, 0.500′. That bullet would never be found! It was obvious that someone had used a high powered rifle chambered for the 50 Cal BMG (Browning Machine.