"Well, yeah, I know that." I answered, groping for my shirt. "Aren't you supposed to be in the office by now?" "I had to run errands for Aunt Melissa,... I mean Ms. Thompson this morning and am just getting back to the office. Please don't mention that to her. She would kill me if she knew I told you that." "It's okay Veronica, I already knew." I said, smiling. "Is everything okay over there?" Veronica asked, walking my direction as her slender fingers casually pointed towards the crumpled mass of. He was in a wheel chair so I guess she was tagged with carrying on the business.The girl’s name was George and I smiled because she was the prettiest George I had ever seen.She beckoned me outside the garage area in the shade and showed me a tiny circular device about as big as my thumb.“You got somebody listening into your car conversations, mister.”I knew right away it was probably the Feds because the locals didn’t have that kind of expertise and didn’t give a shit about what Ramon and I. And these days people have babies out of marriage all of the time.”I looked at him, totally exasperated, unable to make him see how crazy what he was suggesting was. Just as I thought I might explode, he backed off, his mood changing from argumentative to peace-maker.Jason’s voice was no longer belligerent, it was sad and resigned. “This is what I meant, Claire. This is what I was afraid of. I know, however much I might want it, you and I can never have a child together. I know that. But by. Then its out into the bar, where I stash my bag behind the counter. Idon't have to wait long before some guy starts chatting me up. Even nowafter doing this five or six times I still get butterflies in my stomach.It's so exciting!I know this sounds wrong, but I really have a thing for older men.Sometimes you see a middle-aged guy in Jaques and you know he's in Bostonfor a convention or seminar and then he'll fly back to Iowa or Texas orwherever to his wife and kids. These men are in town.