" You can't bring something ... like that ... to work," moaned Claire."I can if it's in my purse and nobody can see it," said Cindy, confidently. "In ...fact, let's both be a little naughty. You bring yours and I'll bring mine. It will be our little private show and tell. How about it?" That's crazy," said Claire."That's what makes it fun!" grinned Cindy.And then she was gone, leaving Claire to get a very late, very slow start on her work. Even after she got going, she had a hard time. How I was hopelessly in love with Red and my plan of submerging myself into work, now that I had a company to run.By the time I was done, I could hardly talk anymore. I sat back and looked up at Ms Cindy and there was something glistening in her eyes. It may have been tears, but I really was not sure."Wow Peter, that is quite a tale. There is a bottle of wine in the fridge, fetch me a glass. Also there are some bottles of water, have one for yourself."I croaked "Thank you Ms Cindy" and went to. All three were riding mountain bikes and carrying very large backpacks. It was a fine warm day in late spring, and the temperature was pushing 80F in the mid-afternoon sun. Mayoni also had an AK-47 slung across her shoulders, and Orna had a Glock pistol by her side. Mayoni and Keona stared at the stones while Orna took a long drink of water from her canteen. "These stones obviously mean something to you," said Orna. "What is it?" Can you read the numbers?" Mayoni asked, talking to Keona." 436?". Made my way to her. My heart was pounding. I was so afraid of being caught while trying something. I thought the best thing to do would be to make some movement so as to be seen as innocent if she awoke. I stood looking down at her before sitting on the edge of the sofa at her legs. Purposely making movement. I covered her with the blanket. No movement from Mom. She just breathed evenly and deeply. Her robe was a little apart at the top and I could see almost all of her right breast, it looked.