“Ladies, fill up your glasses because your mouths may go dry with this next costume,” Marsha announced. “Swimwear!”Annie’s dad was the firs...t to appear. He came out wearing board shorts and flip-flops.“Annie, your dad’s chest is so hairy!” Shelly said. I never see him without a shirt at your house.”“Yeah, he’s our bear! At least he does work out at the gym every day!”“It shows! Mrs. Wurtz your husband is really cute!” Shelly said.“Stop talking about my dad like that!” Annie laughed,. .. Shall we continue?"Gabrielle returned her gaze to Linda and nodded."Mary then walks to the Butcher's," continued Linda. "She wants to buy some sausages and roast beef. What does she ask the butcher?"Naturally, Gabrielle's written answer was totally correct. Linda's mind wandered away from the task at hand, though she hoped it wasn't too obvious. How much did Gabrielle suffer from her condition and how could she realistically survive in the world if she couldn't speak to anyone?When it was. I was surprised to feel Nadia’s naked body snuggle into my own. Her naked back felt cool, and wonderful, as she molded her body against mine. “Goodnight Bishop.” she whispered softly. The last thing I remember before my mind slipped back into oblivion, was a tiny hand on my wrist, guiding it up to rest on a small, firm, breast. Followed by a contented sigh from the beautiful girl sharing my bed.I sat at the foot of my bed, looking at Nadia as she slept. Her hands clutching the small pillow I. After lunch and clearing customs, the small convoy continued to its destination, the Kensington Secondary School. As they neared the town, a bedroom suburb of Toronto, a buzz of speculation about what they’d find, if so-and-so would remember such-and-such from the two week long exchange tour the Canadians had made to Buckthorn in October and November and similar burning questions arose. They pulled up in front of the school, a 1980s-Modern brick complex that could as easily have been a factory,.