Through it all, Sylvia flirted outrageously with Juan. He accepted it as his due and by the end of the conversation, she had him wrapped around her finger.

"So September 1st, then mi amore?"

"Cut the crap, Juan," Carlos said again, and to Sylvia, "you're sure, lady?"

"Oh yes, I'm very sure."

"What about George?"

"He'll be able to retire sooner if he only has to worry about one of us."

"Ah then, we will start our journey then," and the two hummers flew off.