‘I love this painting,’ she said loudly, so I could hear her in my small kitchen, and I stuck my head out to see what she was looking at. ‘Oh th...anks, that’s one of mine,’ I said. It was a large Cape Cod beach scene, a figurative portrait of a couple standing on a vast open beach, the kind of thing I do for a living. ‘You’re an artist?’ she asked, clearly intrigued. ‘Yup,’ I said. ‘Not as often as I should be though. I should have been working today instead of laying around in the sun.’ I went. ”Cal looked at his brother and the look on his face told him that he wanted to tell him something.“Dad refuses to call me anything but ‘Junior’,” he said. “I can use one name at a time, so I decided to give up on the ‘Ed thing’. Why don’t you just call me ‘Junior’, like everyone else.”Cal thought for a moment. He had liked the ‘Ed thing’. But, it was his brother’s name, after all.“I’ll tell you what,” Cal offered, “you tell me who was coming out of your cabin this morning and I’ll do my best to. “You forgot the gym, has my girlish figure gone away that quick?” I asked.“You still have that and work hard to keep it, I bet. You only have a couple more weeks here according to the press release; where do you go from here?” he asked.“Back to Maryland; lots of people to train,” I replied.“Where is the next hot spot that Anton is going?”“Back to Mother Russia then to Iran and on to Syria,” Anton replied.“How many were in the house?”“Twelve that I talked to, but there were more in the back,” he. She finished her dinner and gulped back her wine and sat waiting for the familiar knock on her back door."So how do you feel?" Mr. Groves asked courteously. "Are you comfortable?"Debbie turned her head to look at him, she was lying naked, and face down on her sofa with her knees bent back so that Mr. Groves could tie her wrists to her ankles. "As comfortable as I can be like this, I suppose." She grumbled softly."Right I just need to slip this in to give you a good time while you wait." He held.