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Authors: Leonard B Scott
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guys, Teddy. I stuck around to talk to you about that woman. You're going up to see her again, aren't you?"
Ted came to a halt in front of the door. "I'm going up to talk to her about the plans of the yacht, Glenn."
Sniffing the air, Glenn said, "You're wearing cologne-- you never wear cologne. Don't bullshit me, Teddy. You've been up to see her every evening for the past week. You're getting hooked on her, aren't you?"
"Look, Glenn, I gotta know everything there is to know about Mendez. It's business, not pleasure. Anyway, a looker like her ain't goin' to mess around with an old ex-squid like me."
"Business, huh? I stayed around last night after you left, Teddy. I was reading the stuff Gee gave you on Mendez and must have dropped off. I woke up around midnight on the couch, and guess what? You weren't back. That tells me she's either a really slow talker or you're up there playing house with the Mendez bimbo."
"She's no bimbo. Don't ever say that again," Ted snarled.
Glenn held up his hands as if surrendering. "Sorry, but as your friend I have to warn you about her. I haven't seen this woman but I know all I need to know about her if she was Mendez's sweetie pie. She's a pro, Teddy. Women like her are like mistletoe--they feed off a host to live . . . they'll say and do anything to keep attached to whatever will keep them alive."
"Christ'a'mighty, Glenn, mistletoe? Why would she attach herself to me?"
"I'm just telling you, don't believe a word she says if she's making eyes and puts moves on you. Mistletoe types don't have feelings; it's only about survival to them."
"What is this all really about, Glenn? You worried I'm goin' to violate operational security? Come on, you know me better than that. I've never said a word to her about you or the guys. She doesn't know anything about the team and never will."
Glenn pinned his friend with a stare. "You said yourself, Gee was using her as the fall guy if the op goes sour. She'll give you up in a heartbeat, Teddy. She's the only one outside of Gee and his people who knows you're in this. Don't get close to her; it could be fatal."
Ted raised his index finger. "One, the op ain't goin' sour.
Two, she hasn't made any eyes or moves on me. And three, it's not what you think. Yeah, I go up there a lot . . . I like being around her. . . . Ahh, now don't give me that look. We talk and watch movies is all . . . it's nothin'. I don't know how to explain it. I feel comfortable around her, ya know?
Yeah, she looks good, but it's not that. It's--It's just nice sittin' and talkin' to her."
Glenn rose from his chair. "Teddy, think a minute. She was Mendez's honey. You think for a second she was forced to stay with him? Come on, she's a pro, Teddy, and pros are all actresses. They make you feel like there's nobody else in the world. And even if that's not enough to make you keep your distance, think about this: If the op gets blown, Gee can't let her live . . . she knows too much. I'm telling you as a friend, keep your distance from her . . . nothing good can happen."
Ted grasped the door handle. "I'll see ya day after tomorrow. You and the guys are off tomorrow. And Glenn, I know she's a pro . . . it's just nice bein' nice, too, for a change."
Ted opened the door and walked out.
Lake Lanier "Hiya, Mr. Teddy," the tiny black woman said as Ted entered the foyer.
"Hello, Halley. Here's that can of Skoal you wanted." Ted took the snuff can from the shopping bag he was holding.
"Ain't ya sweet for rememberin' . . . 'preciate that, Mr.
Teddy. Mrs. Stone waitin' on ya in the great room. Ya had your supper?"
"I stopped off and ate before comin' up, Halley, thanks.
Guess I'd better not keep her waitin'."
"Mr. Teddy, talk to her, will ya? She was out sunnin' herself on the deck today in her birthday suit again. Gets Duwane all flustered when she does that . . . 'sides, it ain't proper. Talk to her please . . . it jus' ain't proper layin' out there naked as a jaybird."
Ted sighed.
Ted came to a halt in front of the door. "I'm going up to talk to her about the plans of the yacht, Glenn."
Sniffing the air, Glenn said, "You're wearing cologne-- you never wear cologne. Don't bullshit me, Teddy. You've been up to see her every evening for the past week. You're getting hooked on her, aren't you?"
"Look, Glenn, I gotta know everything there is to know about Mendez. It's business, not pleasure. Anyway, a looker like her ain't goin' to mess around with an old ex-squid like me."
"Business, huh? I stayed around last night after you left, Teddy. I was reading the stuff Gee gave you on Mendez and must have dropped off. I woke up around midnight on the couch, and guess what? You weren't back. That tells me she's either a really slow talker or you're up there playing house with the Mendez bimbo."
"She's no bimbo. Don't ever say that again," Ted snarled.
Glenn held up his hands as if surrendering. "Sorry, but as your friend I have to warn you about her. I haven't seen this woman but I know all I need to know about her if she was Mendez's sweetie pie. She's a pro, Teddy. Women like her are like mistletoe--they feed off a host to live . . . they'll say and do anything to keep attached to whatever will keep them alive."
"Christ'a'mighty, Glenn, mistletoe? Why would she attach herself to me?"
"I'm just telling you, don't believe a word she says if she's making eyes and puts moves on you. Mistletoe types don't have feelings; it's only about survival to them."
"What is this all really about, Glenn? You worried I'm goin' to violate operational security? Come on, you know me better than that. I've never said a word to her about you or the guys. She doesn't know anything about the team and never will."
Glenn pinned his friend with a stare. "You said yourself, Gee was using her as the fall guy if the op goes sour. She'll give you up in a heartbeat, Teddy. She's the only one outside of Gee and his people who knows you're in this. Don't get close to her; it could be fatal."
Ted raised his index finger. "One, the op ain't goin' sour.
Two, she hasn't made any eyes or moves on me. And three, it's not what you think. Yeah, I go up there a lot . . . I like being around her. . . . Ahh, now don't give me that look. We talk and watch movies is all . . . it's nothin'. I don't know how to explain it. I feel comfortable around her, ya know?
Yeah, she looks good, but it's not that. It's--It's just nice sittin' and talkin' to her."
Glenn rose from his chair. "Teddy, think a minute. She was Mendez's honey. You think for a second she was forced to stay with him? Come on, she's a pro, Teddy, and pros are all actresses. They make you feel like there's nobody else in the world. And even if that's not enough to make you keep your distance, think about this: If the op gets blown, Gee can't let her live . . . she knows too much. I'm telling you as a friend, keep your distance from her . . . nothing good can happen."
Ted grasped the door handle. "I'll see ya day after tomorrow. You and the guys are off tomorrow. And Glenn, I know she's a pro . . . it's just nice bein' nice, too, for a change."
Ted opened the door and walked out.
Lake Lanier "Hiya, Mr. Teddy," the tiny black woman said as Ted entered the foyer.
"Hello, Halley. Here's that can of Skoal you wanted." Ted took the snuff can from the shopping bag he was holding.
"Ain't ya sweet for rememberin' . . . 'preciate that, Mr.
Teddy. Mrs. Stone waitin' on ya in the great room. Ya had your supper?"
"I stopped off and ate before comin' up, Halley, thanks.
Guess I'd better not keep her waitin'."
"Mr. Teddy, talk to her, will ya? She was out sunnin' herself on the deck today in her birthday suit again. Gets Duwane all flustered when she does that . . . 'sides, it ain't proper. Talk to her please . . . it jus' ain't proper layin' out there naked as a jaybird."
Ted sighed.
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