56 DATE WITH THE GODS
springs. They really are something. And thanks to you
and your motorcycle, I had a ball." I hesitated a minute
before deciding to continue. "I also met a nice chick there
on Saturday. And I guess you must have guessed by
now, I saw some flying saucers."
"Really? Were you behaving yourself?"
His response didn't surprise me, nevertheless, I was
annoyed. "Come on, Richard. I've been straight for over
a month. And when I'm traveling, I never carry any
thing. You know how difficult it is to pass through
customs. A man in my position just can't risk these
things. It's much too easy to get busted."
"Yeah, I read you, Charles, but if you're telling me
you've been out with flying saucers for the last two days,
you've got to be high on something."
I decided not to pursue the subject any further. Let
him believe what he wanted to believe.
"Richard, I thank you very much for your hospitality. I
have a hunch I might be coming back here soon, real
soon."
"Like when?"
"Like maybe next weekend ."
"This girl must be something special."
"I don't know yet."
"Chacho, you're welcome to stay here anytime. As
you can see, there's plenty of room."
"Thanks. I guess the CIA must be in good financial
shape to keep you guys living so comfortably."
"You still think I'm with the CIA, huh, my friend?"
"Own up, baby, you don't think I really believe you're
here to teach the natives how to work the land and
construct homes, do you?"
"Look, let's just say I enjoy working with these
people."
"Okay, forget it. Don't pay any attention to me. I'm
just teasing you."