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Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 130 of 307 And not just about people in our ward. She's knows things about people in my town and every town in the valley. If there is something peculiar or worth knowing about, and if you know Barbara and you have something juicy to share, and if you happen to have chocolates, well, you can learn anything you want to. She knows who the real daddies are. Stuff like that. Stuff that people really want to keep private." "That's why I stay off the grid as much as I can." I had always assumed that he had been driven out to his single wide at the base of a rock quarry by a pitchfork and torch carrying mob. His weird tin can was his answer to snooping neighbors? Seemed like a bad trade to me. "Ann, practice on me all you want. I'll make hand gestures at you." I flipped off the air around me. "You're doing it right now." I froze. No. Not in my hotel room. That's where I dug out my crusty nose nuggets and pulled my undies out of my crack. I was planning on dancing around the room just like in Risky Business. And that was private. Privacy sure as hell better not be dead in my dog gone hotel room. I didn't say anything. He didn't say anything. And then be burst into a loud and uproarious guffaw. "I've got no scruples but I guess the people at Harrah's do, Nephi.