"How about a drink?" I asked."I have champagne." She batted her eyelashes at me.I couldn't stop smiling. "Champagne would be perfect." With my case in... hand, I entered her apartment and stood waiting for her. She locked the door and walked past me, guiding me to the middle of her comfortable dark green fabric couch. I took a seat and carefully placed my case in the centre of the coffee table in front of me. Josephine took a large black cushion from one end of the couch and placed it on the floor. Necessary," she said. "And I'll be fine. Really."With that she looked up with a smile and I knew that somehow, everything would be okay.I kissed her and held her tightly for several minutes, until she finally said now was the time. She pulled off her top to give me easy access to her back, which she'd been taking pains to hide in public otherwise, then walked into the closet. Once inside she reached back and pulled her hair aside, removing the last barrier and baring the only thing set her. Can you imagine? Pheasants. They scared the crap out of me as they flew up all around me. There must have been some type of grain in the area sometime in the past. Anyway, I suppose I disturbed their breakfast. Between their screeching and the flutter of their wings, my heart must have skipped several beats.“Do you think I can hit one in the head with my slingshot?” When he didn’t say anything, she went on, “Those twenty-yard targets weren’t any larger than a pheasant’s head. Of course, the. When Joseph rang the doorbell and was introduced, he seemed familiar. Over a beer while Jane finished her preparations, the two men chatted warily, curious about what the other was thinking in this new situation to them both. All of a sudden, as Joseph was speaking about his family in the town, Andy dropped his beer bottle. Hurrying to clean up the spill, he bumped into his wife. They were in the kitchen as he blurted in a subdued voice, “If you decide to stay out very late, just text me so.