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Chapter 20: Two Attractions Hurricane Bay Road Bungalow 16 7:03 P.M. To my surprise, Clifton Monigal, the first attraction that balmy evening, awaited my arrival. His Ram 1500 Crew Cab truck looked like a giant fire hydrant parked in the shell drive. The handsome gentleman climbed out of the beast and walked up to me. Finally, he looked like a cowboy dressed in his Stetson, copper-colored Oklahoma state-shaped belt buckle the size of coffee can, tight jeans that outlined his bulging crotch, and tan cowboy boots. Attractive seemed an understatement, which told me why Rebecca slept with the man, among doing other naughty things. Hot and rugged ranch hand fit the gentleman better, even if he could have been a fake. He cut to the chase right off the bat. “You went to see my grandmother to