This One Was For Me, 1996

Miss Marple was another name used by her. She took the money up front, did her thing and left. Next time I called for her, her name was going to be Clementine. All in all I liked her, no substitute. It had crossed my mind I had broken my own rule, don't get personal. She had broken hers, don't fall in love.

I asked her to set aside a weekend, for a trip to the coast. We took the long road, not the speedway. We arrived in time for dinner. After we checked in Clementine put out her hand and I paid her. It was normal. The next day we talked. No more names. No more pay in advance. No more pay for play.

Clementine wasn't pleased. I put the ring on the table. Still not pleased. I put the contract in front of her. Permanent agreement. She signed and we were now partners. Fifty fifty.

For someone that had lived on the edge settling down wasn't going to be easy. The ring fit perfectly. The contract in hand we stopped by the lawyers. The Judge was there, and the witnesses. The contract formalized, witnessed, legalized we left for the airport. Her exit visa stamped, we went through emigration. Boarded the flight for Frankfurt.

Extraction successful, next stop Madrid, then ...

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