He learned the importance of the term ‘footprint,’ with respect to how much room a piece of equipment occupied.After two hours of wandering around..., he found a break area and sat down with a cup of coffee. As he sipped his coffee, he marshaled his thoughts about what he had seen. Sighing at the impossibility of keeping so much information straight in his mind, he tried to update his notes in the laptop. A woman in her early thirties sat down at the break table with him. As she rubbed her aching. There was the painting I’d done of Tent City from the roof of the athletic pavilion and one painting that I didn’t take the drape off.They looked at my six and Kate’s six. Doc and Clarice had a big discussion about the relative merits of displaying them as an integrated whole or in two sections as if it were two different exhibitions. Kate’s style and subject matter was very different than mine but, in my eye, better than anything I’d painted. Doc pointed at the draped canvas.“And that one?” he. The agent let the bags fall to the floor, and shut the door behind him as he stood at the door. Catherine stared at him. ‘Is there something else?’ Catherine asked. ‘Ma’am, there are some things you need to know.’ ‘My name isn’t ma’am, sir.’ His lips upturned and Cat had to smile. ‘Ms. Kelly, you are here for your own protection. And your daughter’s. May I be frank?’ ‘Go for it.’ ‘As far as fucking your Witness Agent, it stops now.’ Cat’s jaw dropped. ‘Excuse me? What in the hell makes you. Pushing away I simply whisper, “He’s waiting for me”. I grab the glass of water and head back to my room. Apologizing to Sam for it taking so long, I explained how Tuy was in the kitchen and that she really like the goodnight kiss. Using oil, I stroked Sam while telling Sam about how Tuy disappointed that I left so quickly. Sam got instantly hard when I suggested maybe it was time that he should join us, thinking that she is starting to want more. Climbing back on top of Sam, I tell him.