If they didn't disbar him, Bernie was going to be all right. Until that morning when Rhonda came back into his life. They had history, some great, some bad and some fantastic. Still, he could have stayed out of her way. But, Rhonda was there to help her grandmother, Nana, fight the forces of government oppression. Not Nana, he could refuse anyone, but Nana, the woman who fed him peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches, Oreos and watched him bond with his soul mate all through those grade school summers in Wauwatosa. And, if he didn't help his mother would kick his ass. But, now its fighting gigantic Samoan Secret Service agents and dwarf pornographers over stolen films and illegal gold. He can't even think about the South American drug lords who are stirred into this stew. He's counting on Rhonda and her Nana to have his back. And, they do, except when their lying to him. When it comes right down to it though he can't shake his feelings for Rhonda, even if she is just the most recent generation from a family of femmes fatales.