Then she washed herself as best she could with the soapy paper towels, discovering new injuries with each gentle swipe. She thought about washing her ...air in the sink but that would take too long and the paper towels were inadequate for the job of drying it, so she settled on running a wet soapy towel over it a few times as she leaned over the sink, which did little to unravel the tangles or get the blood out of it. It would just have to do. Rashmi then tore one paper towel into strips for a. I decided to make the best of it when I drifted into a savage encampment in a morning fog, before I was aware. I sculled to the shore, and taking up my tin of nails, leaving all my other worldly possessions behind, I strode to a fire before the largest skin hut, and seated myself. The inhabitants looked askance at me in curiosity, but offered me no molestations, unless you count the small naked urchins who tumbled about me, touching my hair in curiosity and awe, and fingering the cloth of my. Miami was visible across the bay, the tall buildings of downtown shimmering in the distance.The yard, full of palm trees and colorful flowering shrubs, contained a beautiful secluded turquoise pool, and led down to a moorage where a large, sporty fishing boat bobbed. As I stood on the patio, stunned by the tranquil beauty, Dad nudged me and said, "C'mon honey, go get your bathing suit on and we'll have a little drink by the pool."We spent the afternoon tanning by the pool, swimming occasionally. Was attacked mom.something attacked me." Mike stammered."Oh! You poor baby." Sarah said as she stepped over to Mike."What attacked you Mike?" Sarah asked."Thi....think it was bats." Mike said, he was sweating madly."Quick, we better sort those cuts out.....were you bitten?" Mike's momasked, she took Mike's hand and led him to the kitchen sink."Not sure." Mike replied."O.k. you'd better take your shirt off, sit here, lets have a look." Sarahdragged a stool out from under the dining table and.