"Or I could give you a command. What's the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?" I was twelve," Rhonda said promptly, "at school, when I... had my first period...I was wearing white shorts, and everyone could see..." She clapped her hands over her mouth in astonishment, her cheeks flaming.John smiled. "That's pretty tame, actually," he said. "You shouldn't feel bad about it."Rhonda lowered her hands. "Ohmigod." Ah, a theist as well," John said. "But never mind. You see that the. I felt about two inches tall at that point. I didn’t even dare glance at her. I was sure I had put my foot so far down my throat my toes were tickling my bladder. When we reached the school, we went inside without a word being said. Crystal and I went to opposite ends of the stage and began working. Through out the evening, I caught her giving me a strange look I had never seen before. Towards the end of the night, I had just about decided to walk the four miles home, giving me plenty of time. Marilyn came in at that point and picked him up and asked, “What are you doing here?”“He’s getting into trouble,” laughed John McCain. “You ought to know that by now, Marilyn.”“Hi, John. Good to see you again! Come on in. You, too, Cindy.”They both came in, and while I shook John’s hand, Cindy slipped around and went over to Marilyn and greeted her and Hamid. Before I had a chance to close the door, another car pulled up, and John and Debbie Boehner climbed out. I waved at them, and they came. “I’ve heard great things about that café on La Rambla,” he said casually. “I’ve booked the private dining room tomorrow night. I’ve been having lunch there for a few weeks. The food is to die for and from what I heard, the service is special too. Very personal.”I sat up with a jolt and stared at my husband in shock.“I don’t suppose you’ve been there,” he said casually.Even nodding was beyond me, I was so stunned.“It’s run by an old school friend of mine.”A cold chill passed through me but I.