He walked towards the two utes.“Are you Patrick?”“Yes. Patrick Hollister.”“I am Archy. I speak for this group.” He waved an arm.“Roy tol...d me you are not happy. Speak. Perhaps I can help.”“Sit by our fire.”Patrick walked with them off the tarmac several metres. A group of tins and baulks had been placed in an arc.“You know the National Parks and Wildlife Service?” Patrick nodded. “They say ‘A range of sites conserving Aboriginal culture in NSW have been declared historic sites, and we’re working. It was the best feeling in the world.All of this has happened during the first day. The next day is the final day of the fest and people are busy doing their works. Sri had to bring down the trophies for the participants of the fest.“Rahul, come with me na, we have to bring over those trophies and stack them”, she said.“Ok, let me call some volunteers”, I said.She told,” no need, we’ll carry it ourselves”.I had no idea what she was up to. There were a lot of trophies and we couldn’t bring them. It makes no difference to me."She stared challengingly at me for a moment, then her face crumpled again and tears ran slowly down her cheeks. I was torn. My logic told me to walk away, my emotions wouldn't let me. Compassion won! I took out my handkerchief and offered it to her. At first she ignored the offer then reluctantly took the cloth and wiped her eyes."If you let it get to you like this, then he's won again." I offered as a crumb of comfort. "Angela tells me that you are an asset to the. I lingered in the shower for ten long minutes, letting the hot water wash away my sense of guilt at masturbating while thinking about my beautiful daughter.As I left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist and my robe hanging open over the top, I almost collided with Lucy, now dressed in jeans and a baby pink Hello Kitty T-shirt that would have looked adorably sweet if it had been two sizes larger and hadn't exposed quite so much of her full, round breasts."What are you doing?" I asked, a.