Ron invited me to dinner, one evening. I, at first, didn't really feel like it. But he insisted—plus, he was a bit secretive about it! So, I decided to accept.

We went to the Prime Beef, a favorite restaurant of mine. We had a glass of wine to start out with, then ordered our meals—me lamb, he steak.

"OK, Ron, what's this all about?"

"You mean, you don't know?"

"No, I don't."

"This is the 5th anniversary."

"Of…"

"The night we first met each other!"

"OH YES! At the jewelry store!"

"That's right! You were there to check out evidence against them, and I was there to rob the joint!"

"Ron, your memory is exceptionally good! I'm sorry I forgot about it!" I made a mental note to check my computer records, but I did remember it was around that time of year.

"No problem, Jenny. I'd like to thank you. Thanks to you, I now have a steady job doing things that are legal."

"Mostly legal!"

"True! And I'm married to a crazy lady who likes to cover herself in paint!"

"And sometimes you!"

"Very true! Where might I be, if it weren't for you?"

"In Brazil, or in prison!"

We both laughed. "You've helped me out of a few scrapes, Ron. So, I'm incredibly grateful to you, too."

"No problem, Jenny!"

Our food came, and we dug in.

"One thing I've been curious about, Ron."

"What?"

"Why did you decide to help me? You could've just as easily killed me!"

"I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a killer, or a rapist!"

"That's good to know!"

He grew serious. "I'm not quite sure why I decided to help you. I guess I developed an instant liking to you."

"I see."

"Perhaps, it was the fact that you were barefooted."

"I was wearing nylon socks!"

"Well, close enough! And, like I said when we met, I was familiar with you. You've got quite a reputation around here, Barefoot Jenny."

"So, I've heard!"

"I took a chance and decided to help you out, that's all."

"Well, that's more than enough!"

"Oh, I've got a gift for you."

"Now, I'm embarrassed! I don't have anything for you!"

"No problem."

He dug into his pocket and pulled out an object, which he gave to me. It was a strange looking tool.

"This is a device that'll help you open doors. I used it illegally, but you may use it legally."

"Mostly legally!"

"Mostly legally!"

"Ron!"

I got up, and we hugged and kissed. Then we sat down again.

"There is one thing I can let you do."

I slipped my sandals off and put my feet in his lap, and he began massaging them. We continued to eat.

"Is this a private party, or may I join?" a friendly voice said.

It was Bridgett, his wife!

I quickly put my feet back down! Fortunately, we're close girlfriends, and she has no problem with Ron and I doing that-occasionally! We got up—me still barefooted—and hugged and kissed, and she had dinner with us. I considered inviting my husband Carl, but he was on duty, that night.


Ron got the date a bit wrong; it was actually two weeks earlier that it happened! Oh, well, his heart was in the right place.