He was greeted with complete silence. His wife and daughter were upstairs in their rooms, sound asleep. He mixed himself a drink and put it on the end... table alongside of the couch. After next turning on the TV, he then walked upstairs.The policeman had a set routine when working the 4 p.m. to midnight shift so that he did not disturb his family when he got home. He had a robe hanging in wait in the bathroom, where he would strip down to his shorts, put it on and go back downstairs. Then he. I got out, toweled off, rubbed vanilla lotion all over my legs, and applied a little perfume. Pulled my hair into a pony tail and brushed my teeth. Put on a white form fitting tank top and a dark blue, flower patterned short skirt. I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of shiny black vinyl short heeled sandals. My sister woke up briefly, I turned away in hopes that she wouldn’t notice that I didn’t put on a bra or underwear. If she did notice I doubt she would remember, since she. When I came out of the water, I lay on the edge of the grass in the sun, expecting only to have the sun dry me. It was so relaxing that I dozed. I guess I experienced more stress in the effort of caring for Preta and the emotions of leaving the Guarani people after such a visit filled with experiences that couldn’t be duplicated anywhere else. I woke with a start at the feeling of sandpaper rubber against my skin. At least, theat was the impression my mind conjured up. In fact, it was Preta. "You two need to fix this. We're all suffering and it has to end, one way or the other." A hush settled over the outer office.Jessica huffed her agreement and stalked off. Brenda backed out of the room, giving the men a parting shot."Both of you, man up and fix this, now. We need you."She tried slamming the door behind her but the soundproofing muffled it. Rob looked over to see Bob already looking at him, both of them with sheepish looks on their faces."Bob..." "Rob..." They stopped, both.