"Except for a slight hangover from the night before, Ann felt great. Thoughts of showing off her body, and the excitement that caused within her, stil...l danced in her head.Bob shouted back down stairs. "I'll be right down. I just want to check my e-mail. It will just take a moment."Bob rushed into his upstairs office and hastily started his computer. He promptly was presented an error message."Your computer was not shut down properly. A backup cache exists."Strange. I don't recall the power. Then he sighed.Charley rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. "It's like this, no big deal; heard about this early line, this bet, back when the new teams were created. I was in Vegas. Last winter, you know. Talked to these guys about it, joked, you know how it goes, just joking around, 19th hole. It's pretty funny betting that a team will lose a hundred games what with the balanced schedule and all." And?" said Mr. Ambrose, his long fingers together in front of his chin as Fast Charley. “What did you do?”“I went flying and got bored.”“Ah ... Google?”“Yup.”“Looped it?”“Uh huh, and some other stunts.”“Twenty minutes.”“Thanks, Daddy.”The man said, “Wow ... Google?”“Nope.” I said, “I’d rather not talk until daddy gets here.”“Where did...” he nodded at the SNJ.“I bought 40 of them from Chile’s Naval Aviation.”“What?”“I paid for 40 ... they delivered 20 ... and some other stuff.”There was a long pause while he looked at me.“Forty?”“Twenty SNJ’s and 19 F8F Bearcat’s and an F7F. “Why you?”Shrugging his shoulders, Jack answered, “I guess it is because I was the one who created her future.”A small sparrow landed at the end of the picnic table. It had learned that after people ate at the table there would be crumbs available to eat. When Ed turned to look at the bird, it flew away. He stared at the spot where the bird had been, thinking about the hints Jack was giving him.One of the reasons Ed enjoyed his conversations with Jack was that the older man discussed politics.