Mike laughed again, “Artie, that was worth the hundred to get a story I’ll use for years.”Artie sat and worked on his beer for a few minutes the...n called Mike back.“Mike, how about a big bet? I’ll put up a thousand dollars that I can stand on top of one end of your bar and piss into a shot glass all the way at the other end. I won’t miss a drop and will fill it exactly to the brim.”Mike couldn’t believe this one. His bar was thirty feet long. No one could arc a thirty foot piss exactly on target. I felt relieved and yet chastened by this woman. She was in her fifties, married almost thirty years to a successful artist, Darren Powell. Like her, he was brilliant at his chosen craft, extremely well read, possessed of a lively sense of humour and he loved his spouse passionately. They seemed on the surface to be opposites, but they were anything but. I kicked myself once more for not including her right from the start. Thankfully, John had covered for me."So how did your meeting with Lynda. Amy was looking into the trunk when she was aware of him beside her. She looked up into his face and saw a hint of a smile on it. ‘You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.’ He giggled like a little boy. ‘I haven’t said that in many, many years.’ He laughed. ‘Are you as scared as I am?’ She broke out laughing and the laugh was contagious. ‘What do I tell the guys Monday if they ask me if I got you naked?’ He was laughing even harder now. ‘You better not tell them that, even if it is true. But. " Not necessary," he said.He gripped her arms and jerked her around and under the overhanging two by four, then raised her arms, sliding his hands up to her wrists and pinning them together high above her head."Wha... what are..." Just about right," he said, holding her wrists firmly.She looked up and saw that her hands were perhaps six inches under the thick round ring."M... mister Ramierez," she protested."I need to step back to get a better look," he said.His eyes flicked up and down, then.