Au)The Policemen's BallsDear reader. It takes hours to write a story like this so please send a comment to [email protected]. Thanks.I live in ...a small town one and a half hours drive from Orange in Central West New South Wales. I work in Orange once a week at a local educational centre teaching adults about video and digital photography. The pay is good but unfortunately I have spent quite a bit on speeding fines on the way back home of an evening. Not only are the fines a worry but also. I thought we were making progress."Hoopoe reminded her "you cover your skin." That would explain his nightly call, he wants to see your skin," I teased!I could see Debbie mulling this over during the rest of the morning. After lunch she had changed into an aboriginal style print sarong, tied above her breast. I watched from across the village as she approached Kayapo and kneeled in front of him. I could see her trying to speak to him in the Karaja native tongue, and then she slowly stood,. "They are on vacation." Not helping," Victoria sighed.They gathered their bags and belongings and left.* * * * * * * * * *Mercy was huddled in a blanket sitting at the kitchen island. It wasthere where Mercy's mother found her daughter clinging to an empty mugthat had previously contained chocolate."Victoria just left. Her Mother picked her up," Mercy's Mom started."She hates me now, right? After what I did to her?" We'll see. Don't give up on her yet. Tomorrow you'll apologize andthen you take. In order to protect our privacy and identity, I am not mentioning the city name in Canada and changing our real names. My fried pulled over to a service area and talked to someone by his cell phone before we reached there. We pulled to the driveway of a nice house.My friend walked to door and pushed the buzzer. I was right behind him. The person who opened the door was none other than my childhood friend Protima. Even though, it took few seconds to recognize each other. It was almost nineteen.