I followed her down the street until we came to a car park. I watched her pay at the machine and then go over to her car; she looked round before open...ing the door and sliding down in. I walked over and knocked on her window, the window buzzed down and she looked at me and said, “Can I help you?” I stuttered a moment and tried not to look at her legs which were now almost fully exposed as her dress had ridden up as she sat down. “You dropped this on the floor in the coffee shop,” I said as I. ”Okay, that made sense. But later? “What happens when we fly home? Are there customs officers in Utica?” That just didn’t sound right. There couldn’t be customs people at every Podunk airport in America.He shook his head. “No. For one thing, we’ll need to tank up on the way back. We can’t make it there in one hop. So, we’ll fly to someplace in between with customs officers, and then go through customs. Once we’re inside the US, we can refuel and fly where we want to go without problems. At that. He told me yesterday that he was going to do this and pin it all on Brian Lorenzo. When I found out I came here to try and stop him. I had just retrieved the memory-stick from the security server when you saw me. I was about to bring it to you and tell you the whole plot when the alarms started going off. Then I knew it was too late." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was double-crossing me, making me the fall-guy, and making herself look sweet and innocent. What a bitch! "You. "Poor boy, I hope he can do something about that," as I walked away.Inside, the restaurant was very chic and modern. The lighting was justenough that you could see.They were playing a soft jazz music. Perfect ambiance.Looking over in the bar area, Matt was waiting for me. He looked sohandsome! He was wearing black slacks, with a dark burgundy shirt, thatlooked like silk. He had a beer in his hand, but didn't say anything."Mrs. T! You look amazing!" As he looked me up and down, then kissed.