I had almost forgotten his tip but acouple of months later, I was on a really gruelling swing through mysales territory and I found myself at a real l...oose end one night. I wasdebating the merits of hitting the hotel bar and then remembered the tipabout the bible. I immediately opened the bedside table drawer andpulled out the bible I found inside. I eagerly opened it in anticipationof the promised recommendation from one of my fellow road warriors. WhatI found was.....nothing. Denada. Rien. I. She was a bit shocked that all the women I had been protecting moved in as well. The truth would hurt less than leading her on so I told her everything. I expected a tirade but she was surprisingly accepting of the news. Even still, she didn't want to date someone living or having sex with fourteen other women. She did however tell me to call should I have a falling out with all of the others.The media kept up with the finale to the serial kidnappings. Victoria disappointed them by pleading. The frogs too."I don't know," I giggled, feeling a little foolish."Stephy," Mark sighed.We were at our special place, which wasn't so special by itself. Just an old broken down covered bridge across a creek swollen with spring rains. But it was clear tonight and the moon was a friendly crescent, giving us just enough light to see each other and all the stars. It wasn't a special place at all, except for us being there.The bed of Mark's truck felt hard beneath me, even through the thick warm. I met Tina, whom Bill, uh, Dad, introduced as his pilot and chauffeur and friend.Things didn’t go off track. The track changed from a country railroad to a ride through Wonderland.I got installed in the front of a plane, where Tina started showing me exactly how each gauge worked, and telling me why. Complex radio calls, using some odd abbreviations -- it’s in English, but just barely.The last was odd, when she keyed the button: “3Sigma traffic, Cessna 6-5-6-7 Golf, two miles out, for North.