As she turned I couldn’t help noticing the hem of her blue polo had folded a little and was resting across the top of a delightfully plump but firm-...looking posterior. I followed her into the treatment room. A long massage table filled most of the space, with a low bench against the wall. The bench held a pile of white towels, and an electric water bath in which stood a number of bottles filled with liquids of varying shades of brown and yellow. There was another door, partially open, through. They both uncomfortably smiled at each other as he looked at her and said, “Vrinda beti… Am so sorry for what happened earlier today! will you be able to forgive your father? I shouldn’t have felt you like that.”She felt heartbroken for making her father feel so guilty about it, as she kept her hand on his shoulder, “Oh papa! Am sorry too. I dont have to forgive you, you are my father and am sure your instincts were only out of affection and love for me.. If possible forgive me for it, I didnt. "The lens is smaller than the tip of a ballpoint pen. But it's there, trust me. The second camera," he continued while pointing to the next corner of the room, "is there. Those two alone will cover more than 70% of the room. The third one gets the rest. It's right here."George watched as the scrawny man walked quickly to an area just to the left of his daughter's desk. He was pointing up to where the wall met the ceiling. "This one happens to be the most obvious, but it couldn't be helped. And. As the sun peaked in the sky, Jeff applied sunscreen to Kat, and she to him. “I liked touching you this morning,” Jeff began.” “I liked it too,” Kat answered, “But if it’s Ok, I’m not ready to talk about that yet.” “And there I thought you head-shrinks were all such great communicators.” Jeff smiled. “We are, just not… Oh Hell, we shrinks, as you say, are just people too. ” “Not a problem Doctor Katrina,” Jeff grinned, “Just making conversation.” In time, Kat dozed off to sleep for a few.