She found it behind the picture of Jesus Christ on the wall. She looked at the hole in the wall. She stared at that hole for a few more minutes and as... she rolled it around in her hand. She had to admit that it did feel nice and smooth as it rolled over and over in her hands. But she did not understand why her daughter, the nun, would ever have this as she kept on rolling it around in her hands. She tried fooling herself. Is it what she thought it was? It was exactly what Sarah’s mom thought it. Actually the sargent sent the younger man back on patrol. When I walked from the building several minutes later he was waiting for me."Okay open the door and let me take a look." I did but only because I needed to put the groceries away. With the cargo door open I slipped one of the four identical black plastic trucks from the van. It was the one closest to the door."You don't have to do that." the sargent said as I opened the trunk."Sure I do," I began putting the groceries from the cart into. I loved to read books from the library about ladies in distress rescued by handsome noblemen. And once in a while I’d sneak home a True Confessions and get myself all worked up about what a ninny the confessor had been just waiting for things to get better instead of doing something to make it happen. That’s what I’d do, I always told myself: make it happen. Often I dreamed that some day my prince would come riding up on his white charger, sweep me into his arms, and whisk me away to his. Go to your room and strip the bottoms off, then lie on the towel I have placed on your bed."Once stripped I noticed the sun had reddened the skin and left a very tell tale sign of what I'd been wearing. I then pulled the straps from the bikini top down off my shoulders and noticed the same thing."Ooh, nice tan lines Sara," remarked my wife from behind me. "We'll turn you into a beauty queen yet. Now, quit admiring yourself and get on the bed."While lying on the bed she proceeded to shave and.